Oh, Please, Marcus.

The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow into the plush white designed room.

Heather lay in the plush jacuzzi, the fragrant honey and milky scent enveloping her, making her feel relaxed, happy and well content.

She had no idea how Eamon managed to arrange everything before her arrival or after, all in a few hours, but her mind was too hazy to dwell on it.

That lovely heaven-like tranquility was shattered by her phone ringing incessantly. She frowned at the screen when she saw the caller: ‘Remember To Kill Me’, it was Marcus.

Suddenly, to Heather, it felt like the sound of her ringtone was irritating, like an annoying fly buzzing around her head.

She took a deep breath, resisting the urge to throw the phone against the wall. After all, it cost Arthur a lot to get it and would probably cost more now to get a phone like this.

“Ugh, not this again,” she muttered to herself, reluctantly reaching for her phone after it rang again and again.

Marcus's voice