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The first thing I felt was the pain in my head. Even before I opened my eyes, the throbbing skull-splitting pain in my head embraced me. I felt like I was experiencing a stampede straight out of 'Jumanji' right inside my skull. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming out in agony and immediately tasted blood. The pain from my lips and the pain from my head ultimately intensified the pain that I was already feeling.

Fragments and pieces of the previous night suddenly came rushing into my head. Most of it was a blur, and I was in too much pain to even comprehend my memories.

I slowly opened my eyes and a second wave of panic set in. I wasn't in my room. There was a chandelier hanging above me. I did not have a chandelier in my room, or anywhere in my apartment for that matter. I stared at the chandelier just hanging there in all its golden glory for a while.

I turned my head slowly and began to take in the rest of my environment. I was in a large king-sized bed in a room I didn't recognize. The furniture looked expensive, the denim blue bed sheets on the bed felt so soft. There was a hanging of the painting Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh just a few feet away from where I laid.

More like Blurry Night.

I turned my head slowly to take in the other side of my surroundings. I once again bit down on my lip as the pounding in my head intensified. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for the pain to go away. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes up again. The bright light coming from the chandelier hurt, and I turned my head sharply to avoid staring directly into it.

That's when I noticed Miss Rose seated on a sofa a little distance away. Her eyes were shut and her hair was falling over her eyes. From the steady rise and fall of her chest, I could tell that she was asleep.

I don't know how it was possible, but relief and panic washed over me simultaneously. Relief that I wasn't in some weirdo's bed, and panic that came with the realization that I was in Miss Rose's bed. Last night's events started rushing back to me and the relief was gone now, only leaving me with panic.

"FUCK!" I yelled out. I had tried to sit up in bed and instantly regretted it. The pain in my head left me clutching my skull as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Muna?" I heard Miss Rose's voice from the sofa. Her voice was groggy and her eyes opened slowly. Her green eyes stared at me for a few moments with confusion, which slowly morphed into realization.

"Shit Muna", all of a sudden Miss Rose was next to me on the bed, "drink this."

She handed me two blue pills and a glass of water she seemed to have whipped out of mid-air; I didn't say anything but just did as I was told. I was in too much pain to do anything else.

"You're probably wondering where you are, um, you are at my house. You were puking a lot last night, and I didn't want you alone in your apartment in that state," Miss Rose was rambling on, she was speaking quite fast as well. I could barely even catch unto the words coming out of her mouth.

Puking? I puked in front of Miss Rose? I groaned audibly, bringing my hands up to cover my face. This was for sure an all-time low for me. Miss Rose threw this lovely party for me last night, and how did I repay her? I threw up in her face. I felt an extra level of guilt knowing that Miss Rose had spent the night on the sofa because she was too worried to leave me alone.

"You okay, Muna?" I heard Miss Rose ask, concern etched into her voice.

I mumbled a feeble, "yeah" refusing to take my hands away from my face. I felt a mixture of pain and embarrassment.

There were a few moments of silence, I could feel Miss Rose looking at me, "um, I'm gonna go clean up...you probably should too, I'd bring you a change of clothes. The bathroom is the door to your left, "

I mumbled a "thank you" and listened to Miss Roses' steps as she retreated from the room.

I let out a deep groan; I hated this.

I tried not to think of the million and one ways I probably embarrassed myself last night and instead made my way to the bathroom. I stripped off my dress from the night before, silently thanking Miss Rose that she had not taken it upon herself to change my clothes as I got into the shower.

Miss Rose's shower was obviously a lot bigger than the shower back at my apartment. The water pressure was also a lot better, and it fell around me like I had just stepped into a fountain. My head still hurt terribly, but I think the medicine had begun to take effect. The shower was relaxing; I had started off by taking a cold shower which really helped my headache before switching to my usual warm shower.

I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a plain white towel, whilst the steam from the hot shower seeped out behind me.

My headache had significantly reduced by the time I had come out of the shower. Now it was just a dull pounding that I could almost entirely ignore, as long as I didn't make any sudden movements. Miss Rose had placed a fresh pair of clothes on my bed and I quickly got into it. It was sweatpants and an oversized black shirt with 'IRON-MAIDEN' plastered across it. It smelt of Miss Rose and I smiled slightly despite myself.

There was a quick knock on the door followed by Miss Rose's voice, "hey Muna, are you all dressed up?"

"Um yeah, give me one second." I responded as I pulled the shirt over my head, flattening out any creases.

I walked over and opened it gently, revealing Miss Rose leaning against the door frame. She was also dressed casually in sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt, revealing her arms covered in tattoos. My eyes lingered at her arm, taking in her tattoos and thinking about just how sexy she looked before tearing my eyes up to meet hers. She looked at me with her intense green eyes, a shadow of a smirk played on her lips, almost as if she could read my mind and I suddenly felt naked.

"Come on, I made us some breakfast."

Miss Rose turned around, and I followed her down the hallway. It seemed everything about this house was huge; the hallway was huge, and the floor was a dark black marble pattern. There were more chandeliers hanging above us as we walked. I kept glancing up warily as I walked behind Miss Rose, scared that at any second one of the chandeliers would come loose and come down crashing onto my head.

"Here we are," Miss Rose announced as we entered a large kitchen.

I couldn't help thinking how my kitchen back in my apartment had nothing on Miss Rose's kitchen. The floors in this part of the house were wood paneled. The counter and the cupboards were a bold dark grey color, which matched with the kitchen island. Everything about this house seemed to scream wealth.

I was suddenly hit with the smell of breakfast: pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, baked beans. The full package. I stared at the meal that was spread out in front of me, my eyes gaping in shock and awe. On cue, my stomach let out a rumble. This was really a breakfast, nothing compared to the bowl of cereal I ate before work each morning.

"Wow." I said, staring at all the food laid out in front of me.

"Don't be shy, dig in," Miss Rose said, taking my hand and leading me towards a seat at the kitchen island before pulling one up for herself.

"I wasn't sure how you liked your eggs," Miss Rose began, "so I made one of each".

I turned to her and looked at her in shock, "you made all of this in the time it took me to take a shower?"

"Yup," Miss Rose said, popping the 'p', "you were in the shower for a really long time, I was getting worried thinking you drowned in there."

Her Australian accent seemed particularly clear today, and I swooned at how beautiful her voice sounded.

"Muna," Miss Rose suddenly said, "if you keep gaping at me your food is going to get cold."

"Right." I replied shyly as I turned to my plate and began to dig in.

It was delicious; I had to keep from moaning as I put each spoonful in my mouth. Miss Rose poured me a glass of orange juice, which I used to wash down my food as I ate.

This was wonderful. We sat in a comfortable silence, both of us digging into the beautifully prepared breakfast. I was shocked at how good of a cook Miss Rose was, was there anything at all that she didn't excel at?

"Wow." I said, sitting back in my seat as I put the last spoonful or baked beans in my mouth.

My belly was delightfully full, and I felt like I was going to burst. My hangover from earlier on had completely cleared, and now all that was left was the lingering embarrassment from last night.

"Someone seemed to have enjoyed that." Miss Rose commented as she smiled at me.

I beamed back at her, "that was so delicious. Thank you. Not just for the food, but for last night too, for everything. I can't express how much it meant to me."

"My pleasure," Miss Rose said, grinning at me, "you deserve every bit."

She suddenly leaned over, using a napkin to wipe the food from my face. I felt heat crawl up my neck. Her face was literally only a few inches from mine. She didn't look at my mouth as she cleaned it, but rather her eyes were fixated on mine. I stared back into hers, unable to tear my eyes apart from hers for the longest time. I didn't even want to tear my eyes away from hers.

Miss Rose suddenly sat back in her seat and I felt my heart drop. I cleared my throat and diverted my gaze from her piercing eyes, instantly catching sight of the clock hanging just above the stove. The time on it read 12pm.

"Miss Rose... um, what about work?" I asked, glancing from the clock to Miss Rose.

"What about it?" She replied nonchalantly as she inspected her nails.

I looked at her with confusion.

"We're late for work. A couple hours late at that. Um, shouldn't we be going?"

"Hmm," Miss Rose murmured, looking from her nails to me. She had her signature smirk playing on her lips, "I don't feel like going to work today. And guess what, the boss herself gave me a day off. She said you could have the day off too... just as long as you spend it with me."

Once again, I found myself admiring just how much power this woman had. It was extremely seductive, to say the least.

"How is your head doing Muna?" Miss Rose asked, looking at me intensely.

"Good. I basically can't feel anything anymore. Your great cooking has numbed the pain," I replied smiling back at her.

She chuckled at this. It was such a beautiful sound and my smile grew even wider just hearing it.

"That's great news." Miss Rose stated as her smile grew even wider, "you're gonna need a clear head when driving."