07: With all due respect...

Chapter 7

Naya's POV

I wake up and the party music is still blowing downstairs.

I glance around the room but there's no sign of Rowan anywhere. I assume he hasn't returned since when he left the room.

It's thirty minutes past ten when I look at my wristwatch and it dawns on me that I didn't tell anyone I was going to sleep outside.

I look at my phone and my eyes are torn when I see forty missed calls and fifteen text messages. Twenty-two of the calls are from Jake and the rest from mum and Liam.

I heave off a sigh and tuck the phone back into my pocket. I'll think of anything excuse to give them tomorrow.

My eyes meet Rowan's wardrobe open and I curiously make up my mind to check out the kind of cloths he wears.

One by one, I flip through the line up of cloths. All of them are made from rich, expensive fabrics, and have this exquisite scent that make me believe he has nice taste for perfumes.

Right beside the wardrobe, there's a big mirror which is the same height as the wardrobe. I d