Chapter 17 Her Super-prick Boss

• The warm air on the back of her neck woke her from the most restful sleep she had ever felt in all time. She didn't know why her heart was so happy today. She just felt that day was different from the usual days. Her body felt more relaxed. She should have felt sad because last night she was dumped by her super-prick boss, but she didn't.
• Ah, forget that damn guy! She muttered softly.
• Angel opened her eyes slowly. She covered her mouth with her palm when she yawned. She frowned in confusion at the unfamiliar atmosphere around her. Her eyes moved left and right nervously. Her gut told her that she was in a precarious situation. She wasn't in her own room. The room was dominated by black and gray which looked masculine. Several abstract painting frames were nailed to the wall along with room furniture that looked quite expensive. She was fully aware that none of them belonged to her. The paintings gave her a very clear answer because she never had any paintings in her room.