Tanya's POV
An annoying sound penetrated my slumber provoking me to have the urge to smash whatever was emitting that noise as I groaned and stirred on the bed.
"Please stop, please stop," I chanted not wanting to get up as I buried my face into my warm pillow.
To my relief it did, prompting me to sigh and smile slightly as I prepared to return to the land of beautiful dreams.
"Turn that shit off!" Dante thundered the instant it sounded again and this time I discerned it to be my ringtone.
Muttering curse words in every language known to man, I shuffled on the bed, missing the warmth of my pillow as I stretched my palm blindly toward where the music was coming from.
Forcing my eyes open hence I couldn't find the device, I sat up on the mattress and rubbed my lids to clear the remnants of sleep before my eyes darted to the mahogany-carved bedside table where my iPhone rested.
