— Kicked Out —
Viviana blinked her eyes open to the loud thud on her door. She forced herself to sit up on the bed, pulling her legs to her chest, her hair pouring over as she buried her face in her knees.
She didn't have the strength to leave this bed, still groggy from sleep. But someone was banging on the door and ringing the doorbell over and over again.
Not to mention she'd given the maids days off.
Taking a deep breath, she proceeded to settle her feet on the floor, but then she found herself unable to move, prompting her to lower her gaze to her waist, where she had an arm thrown over her.
Wait…
The last she recalled was hitting the floor with Nikolas's weight. What had happened after?
Slowly, her gaze dragged over to Nikolas. He was fast asleep, a few strands of his tousled black hair falling over his forehead to his closed eyes. His lips were slightly parted where he breathed in and out in a measured way.
