Bab 105: Do Rich Jerks Know How To Cook?

ELLA'S POV:

You know those mornings when you wake up and everything feels peaceful, like the world decided to cut you some slack? Yeah, this wasn't one of them.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes wasn't my ceiling, or the clock on my nightstand, or even the chocolate bar I was sure I'd fallen asleep clutching. Nope. It was Jason's face.

Jason's freaking face.

He was lying there, sprawled on the other side of my bed, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who had absolutely no business being there.

My brain went into immediate panic mode. Was I dreaming? Was this some elaborate hallucination brought on by period pain and too much chocolate? No. This was real. Very real.

So, naturally, I did what any self-respecting woman in my position would do.

I screamed.