She then sat up. Her eyes went wide and she jumped out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom. She


    felt arge amount of menses gushing out.


    However fast she ran, it was toote. Her pants were red; some even dripped on the floor.


    She grabbed a rag, got it wet and went to town on the carpet. She kept herself busy cleaning and


    totally forgot about her dream. She didn’t even have the time to think about how she got from the sofa


    to the bed.


    Someone had moved her, but she didn’t stop to wonder about that.


    When she walked to the Living room, she was surprised to find there was no food on the table. She


    remembered she had put the barbecued dish on the table. But where was the food? No skewers or bits


    of food in the bin, either. So where did it go?


    ‘Did Wesley reallye backst night? Did he eat the rest of the food?’ she wondered.


    But still, she didn’t stop to ask herself a very vital question. Who moved her from the sofa to the bed?


    ir turned to look at Wesley’s bedroom. The door was open.


    She walked over to his room and peeked inside. He wasn’t there. His room was as neat and tidy as it


    always was. The quilt was carefully folded and ced at the end of the bed. Wesley was fastidiously


    clean.


    ‘Wait! Something’s not right.’ ir remembered she had put Wesley’s bed sheet and quilt into the


    washing machine two days ago when she did theundry. She forgot to help him make the bed after


    they were dry.


    When did he make his bed? Now, she was sure Wesley came back Last night and carried her to the


    bedroom. She was sound asleep and knew nothing about it.


    ir patted her forehead remorsefully. She had missed a chance to be with him.


    Then she remembered her dream. Was it a dream? Or was it reality?


    One day, ir was working in the office when she got Wesley’s call.


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    “You avable tonight?” he asked.


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    ir paused and then answered, “Yes.” She had nned to work overtime. But since he called her,


    she decided to leave work on time.


    “Great! Pick you up at eight.”


    “Where are we going?” ir asked curiously.


    Wesley told her, “Some friends of mine are getting together


    “I get to meet his friends?’ She was excited at the invitation.


    “Okay.”


    She smiled sweetly, even though he couldn’t see it on the phone.


    That night, ir met Wesley’s close friends: Carlos, Damon and Curtis.


    She was happy to see everyone there, except one person-Megan. Every time she saw this


    troublemaker, she wished she could kick her far away like a ser ball. She didn’t even spare the girl a


    second nce.


    But at least Wesley wasn’t taking care of her. Carlos had brought Megan along. The cold CEO was on


    duty to take care of the girl that night, so