Jemima
Staying alone till evening, there was nothing to do. I have searched the entire place but nothing could be found.
It was as if he is prepared for the worse which I know is a big lie. Alvin is just some clean freak, covering both the good and bad away from prying eyes.
In anger, I moved to the kitchen, picking out the veggies from the freezer.
Oh how I miss cooking a recipe for the entire pack house. The place would have being buzzing around with people striding in and out.
I would have being beating without care if my flesh would tear, that doesn’t stop me from working my ass out.
Still in thought when I cut myself with the knife. The pain was a sharp one, it stung real bad, pushing me back to reality.
He was there, my handsome demon mate. I rolled my eyes when he came forwar
