Chapter 31

Lorraine

My phone beeped, then rang loudly, arousing me from my sleep. I stretched with a yawn, angry that someone had the audacity to disrupt my short time of rest.

Yea, sleeping was quite important to me because it was a means of escape from my ever unending problems. With drowsy eyes, I searched for my phone on the bed stand and checked who was calling.

The initial anger disappeared on seeing who the caller was. "Hello," I greeted groggily and sat up, sighing and rubbing my eyes.

"How can the greatest model of all times be in bed by this time?" Bumpy teased me, while I imagined...