Chapter 80. Empty Sheets

June POV

My hands roam over the empty sheets, searching for the heat of his muscles, but it’s met with only coldness.

“Uh—” my lips mutter as I blink into the empty room.

Where is he?

My fingers keep tapping the bed, restless, until it hits me—I don’t even know what time it is.

Sharply, I spring upright, panic in my throat as my eyes dart around for my phone.

How could he not wake me? Shit.

The spiral halts for a beat when I see the screen: 10:30pm.

Then—buzz, buzz, buzz—notifications explode across my phone like a virus outbreak. Missed calls: Leila, Kayla, Tobias, Amaka, Mr.—

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” I mutter as I scroll.

Leila: |What the hell, June! Pick your call!!!| .

I don’t even bother with the rest. My body jerks into motion, scrambling off the bed, mind racing, then my eyes land on the table seeing a table laid out expensively, waiting, with food.

What—?

I lift the stainless gold-coated lid, and