James POV's
The sun shined through my hotel window and blinded me for a while, but then again I didn't care because besides me on my bed with rumpled sheets was Margret. I could hear her moaning and refusing to get out of bed. Why would she want to wake up? After an amazing night filled with a blissful love making, after all the tireless rounds we both took trying to satisfy both our s****l desires until we finally did and crashed onto the bed. My phone suddenly began to ring and as looked at the caller ID, it was my mother.
Why would she be calling me? I means it's only 8 am and... s**t I left Rose at our hotel room since yesterday afternoon.
I tried to avoid the call .I had to take the call, knowing my mother she'd keep on calling me until I answered my phone and explained to her what
