TRACEY'S P.O.V
NEXT MORNING
I stepped into the kitchen, rubbing my temples, already exhausted even though the day had just started.
And of course—the newest addition to the house, Robert was there sitting at the counter, drinking coffee like he’s lived here forever.
I pause in the doorway, my stomach clenching with anger. There was just something about him that didn't sit well with me.
He looked so comfortable. Not to be a hater but, the sight of it was more infuriating than his presence.
I hated how comfortable he looks. His eyes flicked up to mine, and he let out his usual fucking ass grin “Morning, sunshine.”
I scowl. “Fuck off.”
He chuckled and I wonder what was funny as I watched him sip his coffee without a care. “Such a way with words. Shows you have been hanging around the devil more than necessary”
I ignore his silly words, knowing they were meant to aggreviate me.
I simply head towards the fridge, mentally noting to pretend his existence doesn’t matter, because I stared at
