He carried her the same way back to the bed, and she fell asleep again almost instantaneously. Jorge felt overwhelmed!
"Is this the 'honeymoon phase' people talked about because I feel like I cannot get enough of her! But we have all of our whole lives ahead of us. There is no rush in 'eating all the cake in a day'." He gazed at her sleeping form lovingly and thought, 'Finally, she is all mine!'. Even though he had claimed her, he still could not believe that she had given herself willingly to him. But then ... he briefly wondered if it was all the alcohol and not her…
He arranged the duvet around her just as he saw her phone light up and start buzzing.
He frowned a little, especially considering the time. The time read 2:05 am. He knew that none of his staff and her blond friend would call unless it were an emergency, but… he leaned over her and picked up the gold-plated phone. Why did only those few sets of people come into his head?
