Chapter Sixteen

Patricia POV

I opened my eyes, and I was back to the real world, I felt a slight headache, I managed to sit up, peering around, to remember where I was, the memory from last night vanished, I only managed to grab some, before they disappeared, while I managed to rearrange the little of the memory I had left, I saw Morris walk into the sitting room, he wore a black shirt that fit into his masculine figure so perfectly, my eyes couldn’t help but notice the visible contours on his chest, PS: even with the shirt. It was as if he was made for the shirt, and the shirt made for him. He definitely wouldn't look out of place in a fashion magazine.

“good morning Patricia” he beamed at me, so brightly. He carried a tray in his hands

“good morning Morris”

“hope you slept well” he placed the tray at the center table in the sitting room, “I made breakfast”

“yes, I did, I slept well, thank you” I blushed, “what did you make for breakfast?”

He opened the bo