HER eyes shot open when she realized that she was alone in bed. Not only that she felt cold but she also felt annoyed by it.
This is not the first time that Monette has woken up in bed alone. It happened twice in three days. She did not like it the first time.
It was fine if the woman that she was looking for was in the bathroom but no. Monette knew that she was already alone. Not just in bed but in the bedroom.
Her only hope was, that her mate was in the kitchen or anywhere in the house.
She laid on her back and stared at the white ceiling. Without looking at the mirror, she knew that a deep frown was painted on her face.
Monette glanced at the bedside clock. It’s seven in the morning according to the red digits. It has been her plan when she laid beside her mate that she will sta
