Sheila’s POV.

I woke up with a splitting headache, looking out the window I could tell it was already afternoon.

"How long have I been sleeping?" I muttered to myself, as I gently massaged my temples.

"You must be really tired," Alfredo said as he climbed the bed from behind, startling me.

I turned around sharply, to see him smiling at me.

"Hey beautiful," he said softly, and reached to put a stand of hair behind my ears. "You look gorgeous," he said, caressing my cheeks gently. His touch irritated me, because memories of what I saw last night flooded my brain.

"Thank you," I muttered, and stylishly got out...