Amara
A subtle smile was painted on my face while I stared at the pan as I cooked breakfast for Gonzalo and myself. I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about Constantine.
What if I saw Constantine’s pet? Oh! Lust has broken me.
I scrambled multiple eggs and four lean cuts of high-quality steak—one for me and the rest for Gonzalo; his body demands a lot for a recharge.
I found myself munching food in the dining room with only a glass filled of water to quench myself. I took a sip and appreciated the background of the luxury house Gonzalo and I are in. I’ve been pre-occupied by what happened recently that I failed to notice how everything seems to have been in place for both of us; the rooms, the clothes, the food, even the woods behind the mansion with wildlife to hunt—it seems like
