NINETEEN
Aaliyah woke up and performed Fajr.
She went downstairs when she had finished dressing up for work. She chose a yellow blouse with flowers littered in it and paired it with a pencil skirt and wore a black hijab.
She intended to prepare breakfast for the both of them and leave. She was still angry at his rude a*s and she didn't want to see him cos she knew if he came pleading she'd just hug him but he deserved a bit of his own rudeness.
She was frying eggs when she felt his hot breath on her neck.
"Good morning, piccola". He greeted,his voice sending chills down her spine because it was husky and deep but she only nodded.
"How did you sleep?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter. I'm awake now aren't I?" She replied coldly and Devonte sighed. This was going to be tough.
He knew he
