(Killian)
The past weeks blurred away and I found myself home, more often than I usually do.
I go to work and head right back home but over the past year, hotels, suite, Damon and Sebastian’s house became my second home.
I didn't dare go home. I didn't dare look at Tamara, not after she kept lying about what she's done day after day.
And now I still don't understand why I stay home. Perhaps, Tamara starting work was a hard pill to swallow.
I barely even see her, she goes off by 7am and comes in late at night. She hardly even acknowledges my presence anymore.
But that fuckerr Alex hasn't been picking her up, she drives herself to work. And even though I wouldn't admit it, deep down I did feel relieved about it.
Yet again, I stand in the kitchen, sipping my cup of coffee when she walk
