Chapter TWENTY-FOUR

　　NALA’s POV

　　Edited 

　　I wake up to a hand wrapped around my body possessively. I am tempted to stay in the comfort of Don's arms, but I have to go to school. I move away quietly to get cleaned up.

　　I have my bath and get dressed in tight jeans and a strapless black top. I brush my hair and let it down.

　　I have no idea how I got to the room. Maybe Claire helped me or maybe Don.

　　Don, I have to talk to him before I leave for school. I go downstairs for breakfast.

　　"Morning," I say, smiling at Claire.

　　"You look horrible," Claire says, and I laugh.

　　"I know," I say in between laughter.

　　"I am just kidding."

　　"Really?"

　　"Yup. You are really beautiful."

　　I blush, "Thanks." I say.

　　"That's why Sir can't stop staring at you," she says.

　　"He does?" I ask in disbelief.

　　"Morning," came Don's voice. I turn to face him. His hair still has water dripping from it. He is incredibly hot.

　　"Pancakes?" Claire's voice brings me out of my staring.