Turning around, I retreated back into the inner warm atmosphere of the suite.
I find it funny how rampant divorce has become these days, and I almost got scared for Angela's safety when she mentioned that her "mysterious" ex-husband had lodged in the Magnífico for the sole purpose of being a bother to her.
Well, since she said that it wasn't a big of a deal, I believe her.
I strutted away from the bedroom to the living area of the suite and plunged my weight carelessly into the couch. The comfort it rendered my butt could not be easily dismissed or forgotten in a hurry.
Ah! This is simply divine!
I blurted as I sank deeper into the sofa. Next, I lay on my side. Don't fret, readers, I know I have an appointment by 7:00am, I won't sleep off, okay!
By now, Mr Ghost guy was nowhere to be seen. He was fond of disappearing without saying anything.