" Shit, my phone's dead! "

Sherry tried calling Ryan back but her battery was out.

" Who was it? "

Sarah asked.

" My Boss, Ryan. My battery is dead. "

" Use my phone, " Sarah extended the help.

" Thanks but I don't know his number by heart. It was saved in my cell. Ahh! Let it be. He was probably mad that I had sneaked out without asking for his permission. "

Sherry turned around like a ballerina, trying to deny something as Sarah patiently watched.

"How was I to seek his permission when he was busy f*cking that stripper in his room.

Was I supposed...