I went back home very furious that night.

"That guy is a beast."

I felt on my bed with all my close. I was exhausted that I couldn't undressed.

It was about three am. The next day was a Monday morning.

I slept off very angry.

As soon as I slept, I heard my bell rings.

Someone was at my door.

I had no energy. But I had to carry my self to the door.

"It's late, who is that at my door!."

I whispered tiredly with sleep filled in my eyes.

"It's me!."

He said.

I immediately opened the door.

" You again. It's late what are you doing...