Chapter 57

Zayan’s Point of View

Acting like a cunt was the last thing I had wanted to do. It was clear that Kamari was angry with me. Any sane person would be, considering I wouldn’t relent, even when she got uncomfortable about the subject.

Demanding to go with? What the fuck had gotten into me?

What would my presence even change?

All I could do now was wait until she made contact again. It was the best and only option I had. But it drove me insane, considering she didn’t have a phone anymore.

Instead of going biking with her, I should have gotten her a new phone. Fuck. At least then I would be able to call. To hear if she was still fine. Still angry with me.

Space. She needed space.

“If you carry on gripping your phone like that, it is going to break.” My dad said from behind the espresso machine. He was on his third one for the afternoon. The amount of caffeine he consumed wasn’t good for his heart but the man wouldn’t listen.

Apparently he had to die of something.

Glowering at him,