Alexia POV
I was in the middle of the sweetest dream, somewhere involving me lounging on a yacht and drinking champagne—which, let's be real, was just a manifestation of the life I deserved—when a loud knock shattered my bliss. I groaned, tugging the covers tighter around me. Couldn't whoever it was just wait five more minutes? I was this close to owning my imaginary yacht.
The knocking persisted, growing more insistent, until it suddenly stopped. Ha! Victory. Or so I thought, until the door creaked open and my blanket was unceremoniously ripped off me.
"What the fuck?" I bolted upright, squinting at the towering figure of Aiden, looking far too smug for this hour.
"Wake up, it's already ten," he announced like some self-appointed timekeeper.
Excuse me, I don't have a job or any pressing responsibilities, so why was he acting like I owed him a 9-to-5 schedule? I glared at him, only for his amused voice to cut through my irritation.
