Lisa’s POV I got back to sleep after he left only to wake up with the sound of the doorbell. "Stop ringing the doorbell..." I pleaded before shoving a pillow over my face hoping it would stop. But it seemed the person on the door was persistent. I staggered from the bed, cursing the person on the door beneath my nose. When I walked into the living room, I began to look around and forgot Someone was at the door. There was a huge photo of a soaring eagle, a glamorous chandelier, a coffered ceiling, and classy black sofas. I was busy looking around when I heard the doorbell again. Sweet Lord, I forgot.I face-palmed myself. "Who is it?" I asked, my hand already on the door knob. "It's the pizza you ordered." I twisted the door knob and opened it. "Here is your pizza!" He offered me a half smile. "Thank you..." "My tip?" "I don't have any tips." I slammed the door on his face. I placed the pizza box on the table and continued looking around. I held one of the elegant and richly textu
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