I woke up to an unfamiliar heaviness in my limbs, the kind that only came after Claude pushed every limit of my stamina and pretended it was "just part of breakfast." My eyes fluttered open slowly, the late afternoon sunlight spilling across the room in golden sheets.
The moment the digits on the clock came into focus, my soul nearly left my body.
2:07 PM.
I shot upright instantly, only to freeze as a wave of soreness rippled through my waist.
My cheeks burned so hard I had to bury half my face in the pillow.
"This… this stupid man…" I muttered, remembering every moment that led up to me passing out cold right after breakfast.
Claude had no right—absolutely no right—to make someone's morning that exhausting.
And yet my entire body felt warm just thinking about it.
I groaned and pulled the blanket over my face. "I can't believe he made me sleep this long. I'll never forgive—"
The door clicked open.
I stiffened immediately like a guilty child caught skipping school.
