Let Him Love You First 13 Portrait Of A Sleeping Woman

The next day around one in the afternoon when Zoey wakes up. She feels a bit dizzy and has a foggy mind. She can't remember anything that had to happen last night.

Shane also opens her eyes when she felt Zoey's movements on the bed. While the rest of them are still in their own dreamland.

Shane felt very exhausted, her muscles were like been tortured from an extreme workout, her thighs were stiff as well as her shoulder and her head hurt so badly. Same with Zoey, she can't remember anything else.

When everyone awake, they left the hotel and went to their respective homes. As for Zoey, she decided to visit her fave fast-food chain before heading home.

While waiting for her order, Alfie whom she hasn't seen after her arrival called her phone.

"I went to your house, and you aren't there. Where are you?" He asks right away after she answers the phone.

"You do know how to say h.e.l.lo or hi first? What are you? A barbarian?" She becomes irritated on how Alfie starts their conversation.

"Hahahaha sorry, my bad. h.e.l.lo Zoey! I went to your house, and you aren't there. Where are you?" He repeated himself jokingly.

Zoey dismisses him and plainly answered. "Jollibee, Mabini Road." "Okay, see then. Bye." She heard from the other line.

When the crew gave her orders, she then took it and starts looking for a seat. She put her tray on the farthest table in the chain. She wants to eat peacefully. But unfortunately minutes later when her peace bubble got distracted by someone's voice.

"There you are!" Alfie exclaimed.

"Why are you here?"

"Didn't I say see you then? So it means that I will go here."

Zoey did even think of that part. Oh well! He's already here what harm would he cause to her. Besides she now has someone to drive her home.

"t.i.ta said that you went out with Shane last night and stayed with her. Where did you go?"

"Are you a detective? Why do you have a lot of questions?" She said while chewing her burger steak meal.

He chuckled then said, "Ow! I just ask one question, for you it's already a lot?" He rubs his chin and continues, "I'm just curious you know."

Zoey narrated what happened last night to Alfie.

Alfie's face got drained with blood when he heard her said that there were two male strippers on Shane's bachelorette party.

"What?" he asked loudly, "Did Leo know about it? Who sent those guys? Who planned it?"

He exaggerated floods her with questions, afraid that those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds did something wrong to Shane and her friends. He feared that those two took advantage of them especially Zoey whose so naïve at her age.

"I don't know if Leo knows about it, Lisa and Sweet organized the party so probably it's them who sent them to our room. Just don't mention it to Leo."

Alfie hesitates at first because with his loud and big mouth, he might accidentally mention it to his friend.

"After that what had happened?" He continues to ask.

"I don't know, I can't even remember anything else."

After finis.h.i.+ng her meal, Alfie offers to drive her home. She didn't retort back. It was actually her plan anyway.

After arriving home, she bid Alfie goodbye and went inside the house. Her mom is still cross-st.i.tching in the living room. She bends and kisses her cheeks and said, "Mom, I'm home."

"Did you eat? There is still food in the kitchen, help yourself out." Said her mom without batting an eye to her.

"It's okay I ate already. I'll just wash up and sleep in my room."

After taking a bath and dried her hair she slumps her body on her bed and reaches her phone.

She scrolls down all the social networking sites that she has an account, checking her emails and reading her messages. After confirming that nothing important she had received, she plugged her phone to her charger then closes her eyes.

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After driving Zoey home, Alfie parked his car to the nearest café, he ordered himself a venti-sized drink and seated on the farthest table of the café. He was scrolling his accounts when he saw a shared photo of an angelic face.

He examines it, at first sight; he thought that it looks familiar. The photo is a portrait of a sleeping woman whose eyes were closed while her lashes were curved up to her eyelids; her lips were slightly open with her reddish cheeks. Some hair strands loosened and fell on her face.

He keeps on thinking but can't find where he saw this kind of face. He read the caption and thought that maybe the one who took it was her lover.