Chapter 34

Sophia's POV

My eyes shot open at once. I was sleeping on my back with my face made up to the ceiling.

What happened?

I remembered vividly, the man who tried to attack me but I was not sure how I had gotten home.

"Derrick", it had to be.

I turned to my sides to search for him. Where was he?

His bedroom looked empty and I noticed his side of the bed was plain and straightened. There was not a single rimple in the sheets. I assumed he had not slept in it.

Was he angry about something? Was that why he didn't sleep with me— or beside me?

It was a little disappointing to see.

"Derrick", I called out but received no answer.

Usually, he would be the one to wake me. His manhood would poke me. His hands would be on my back or maybe he would want sex, and on the days were he was not lying on the bed poking me, he would come to me immediately after I called.

I could feel it, something was off.

"Derrick", I walked to the door and opened it. Usually, at the foot of the staircase, I would hear cha