Chapter 15

I woke up, trying to get out of Chris's grip. There was no way. I gently took one of his hands off me, trying to peel my body off him. His grip only tightened.

"No, you're staying," I gave up, tilting my head to the side, where his alarm clock was placed. My eyes widened.

"Chris, It's ten in the morning!" I tried moving out of the bed.

"So fucking what?" I rolled my eyes.

"Christopher Morris, I swear to god, let me go!" he chuckled before letting me go. I got out of bed, putting my slippers on, and headed to his bathroom. I felt as if I had been living here for years.

"I'm your boss if you forgot," I smiled to myself as I sat on the toilet. "I can tell you when to go and not."

"I know, but no one knows about us and it looks strange," I heard him chuckle.

"Angel, just get back to bed. I'll tell Mathew you didn't feel well," I stood up, flushing the toilet before I went towards the sink to wash my hands.

"How on Earth would you know what happened to me if we're co-workers?"

"We're datin