The third day with Luciano had me grumbling. I was sick and tired of the routine. When I got back home, I couldn’t go anywhere or even do anything.
It felt like I was caged and it didn’t feel different from being a prisoner. Luciano walked inside the kitchen when I was trying to make ginger tea.
“You should reduce your voice when grumbling.” he muttered.
Imagine! Gosh I wish I could commit murder and be heartless like him.
“Don’t even start,” I warned.
“I’m not doing s**t, Tiffany. You’re the one grumbling and I don’t even get why.”
“Oh you don’t? I’ll tell you f*****g why. I am sick and tired of being here. I want to explore the world. Travel to places of my interest and not just sit my ass around you."
Luciano chuckled. “You’re so adorable.”
I frowned because he couldn’t be serio
