- Lisa’s POV
- I got back to sleep after he left only to wake up with the sound of the doorbell. "Stop ringing the doorbell..." I pleaded before shoving a pillow over my face hoping it would stop. But it seemed the person on the door was persistent. I staggered from the bed, cursing the person on the door beneath my nose. When I walked into the living room, I began to look around and forgot Someone was at the door.
- There was a huge photo of a soaring eagle, a glamorous chandelier, a coffered ceiling, and classy black sofas. I was busy looking around when I heard the doorbell again. Sweet Lord, I forgot.I face-palmed myself. "Who is it?" I asked, my hand already on the door knob.