Page 36 of The Loathing

“Night,” I say to the empty room. I still for a moment, letting the last few hours sink in.

I’ve got to remember why I am here.

Got to remember why I took the job.

Sighing, I head for the door and then make my way to my bedroom.

Even though I did get lost a couple of times.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

AMORA

I wake suddenly, startled when I hear my phone chirping. Groaning, I turn and smash my hand down to silence it. Rolling on my back I let my eyes close again and just give myself a moment to wake up.

My phone goes again.

Hitting my fists into my duvet, I sit up and grab my phone to see Arabella’s name. I answer, letting out a loud and dramatic sigh.

“What do you want?”

“God, you’re really not a morning person are you?”

“I’m tired; took me ages to settle last night.” I admit, turning to look at the sun trying to stream through the closed curtains.

“Why’s that?”

“The babysitter arrived late last night.”

“Oooo,” she sings down the phone, “What is he like?”

“Not what I was expecting.” I swallow, tearing my eyes from the morning and letting them drop into my duvet.

“Good or bad?”

I stay silent for a moment.

“Good.”

“Is he hot?”

“He is old.”

“Wait… how old?” I scoff a laugh, shaking my head from side to side. “Look, age gap is in at the moment… it’s all the rage in my romance books.”

“Well, newsflash, this isn’t a romance book,” I nibble on my bottom lip, “and I don’t know how old, maybe mid-forties? I don’t know.”

“That’s not old.”

“It is when I’m twenty-five… it seems a little…”

“It sounds bloody hot, he would know how to…”

“Shut up,” my cheeks flame red and I am mortified.

Arabella cackles down the phone.

“I’m so glad you are finding this funny.”

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