Roseanne's pov

I growled as I stretched my body on the bed. My legs ached. I opened my eyes, desperately hoping that Aryan wasn't in the room, and luckily, he wasn't here.

"He must have gone to work," I said, sounding disappointed. My eyes caught sight of the red bloodstains on the white bedsheet.

"Oh my goodness, I hope he didn't see this," I thought and hurriedly climbed out of bed, "Ouch." I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to endure the pain I felt between my legs.

I managed to stand properly, and I dragged the bedsheet from the bed and spread another one, I took the old...