Diego’s POVKamara looked pale from where she sat, I can almost guess that she didn’t have a good sleep. After she stormed off away from me last night, it felt like all of the alcohol faded with her exit. Her words kept playing repeatedly in my head and I knew I had to make it up to her. Walking towards the dining table, I sat opposite her watching her keenly. As expected, the moment she sensed my presence, she stood up and took her food along with her. Watching her receding back, I sighed heavily, leaning into the chair.“What would you like to have, sir?” the chef asked.“What is Kamara having?”“eggs and avocado toast.”“Make me that too and bring it to the room, she works in,” I instructed standing up. “But black coffee first.”“Will be right with you sir.” She bowed slightly, excusing herself.Making my way to Kamara’s room workshop, I leaned against the door frame watching her in amusement as she wolfed down her plate. She kept stuffing her mouth as if she had a meal deadline. C
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