It's just been a day since after that night with that hot stranger, whose memories have refused to leave Marissa's mind. Not that she couldn't try to forget and go about her daily life, but she just couldn't stop thinking about him.
If this was a drug, then she's clearly intoxicated but anyone who she relates whatever that was going on in her mind would say she has gone psychopathic crazy, because how in the hell would you want to see a one night stand after he made it clear that it was just a night?
Well, that's what a good dick does to you, having been deprived of the love she craved for a long time, it's not her fault that having seen a chance that her heart was craving for that stranger's attention, she wouldn't want to give it up.
A smile graced Marissa's face, until the sound of a hand slamming hard on the counter dragged her attention back to reality, to meet Mr. Peters' angry face.
"You are slacking off, Margaret. Do you think this is your father's castle or what?"
