Chapter 12: Destroyed

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❀Azalea❀

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❀Azalea❀

I don't remember my bed ever being this comfortable. I actually recall it feeling like a rock on my back.

I open my eyes and for the first time, it feels like I actually have energy. I let out a little evil giggle. I'm not going to be needing coffee today.

I stretch my limbs letting a groan out as my back arches and my buttcheeks shake from how good the stretch is.

I look around. I'm met with an unfamiliar room. The last thing I remember from yesterday was sitting on Grey's lap. After I told him about Jake.

Is this Grey's room? Gray, white, and black cover most of the room. Fitting.

Thank the good Lord he didn't take me home.

I look down at the black comforter and catch sight of how big this bed is. I could spend all day in this bed. I look at the foot of the bed and see a door, most likely leading to the bathroom.

I have to brush this God-forbidden bad breath away. I don't necessarily want to get up though. Or rummage through his bathroom. Good Lord only knows what I could find.

Preparation H? I hope not.
A wig? His hair better be real.
What if his toilet paper isn't Charmin Ultra Soft?

I'm sorry but I cannot wipe my butt with sandpaper.

I look at the other end of the room. The door to go out sits cracked open.

I could never live by myself.

I can never make an executive decision or any important decision at all. I always think of worse case scenarios.

If I go to the bathroom, who knows, Grey could be taking a poop and I'd walk right in on him.

If I go out the door, Grey might faint from either my breath or how I must be looking at the moment.

The door to the room bursts open. For a second I think it's the S.W.A.T coming to get me so I let out a frightened squeal.

Next thing I know, a friggin monster jumps on my bed and looks me dead in the eye. I'm left speechless, my eyes wide.

Maybe if I stay still, I'll survive.

"Bear," Grey's voice fills the room. Dang right this pup looks like a bear holy guacamole. 'Bear's' black fur almost perfectly blends in with the comforter and he towers over me even when I'm sitting up.

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