Keelan's POV
I wake up with a terrible hangover. I can't remember the last time I drank this much. I notice that I didn't wake up in my apartment, which makes me angry with myself. I shouldn't have come to the house. I take a shower and put on a suit, then grab a suitcase and start packing clothes for at least a week. As I go downstairs, I hear Kamila being praised by the cook and complaining about having to get ready herself. I don't understand why she doesn't have someone for that. Women love to complicate their lives. I decide to say hello, and after discussing a few matters with Kamila, I head out. Just as I'm at the door, she says something that leaves me petrified. I can clearly distinguish a threat, and her words were a very clear one. At this point, I'm aware she's capable of fol
