Kennedie
I was about to murder someone.
I was not even kidding and I you need a clue, his name started with a letter ‘D’ f*****g Desmond Knight, he was going to get it from me one of this days, and I swear it.
How could he do this to me?
Get this, I was halfway through a dream involving chocolate-dipped strawberries and a beach in Santorin, not to forget the six foot three hunk of a man that was hand feeding me.
That dream was a total package, an escape from reality that I would have never wanted to wake up form but then, something or rather someone decided that it was the best idea to yank the covers off me.
“f*****g hell!” I glared at him.
Desmond just took a sip of his coffee, looking at me like I was the one that was bothering him, what was he even doing in my room?
I mean I h
