Chapter 176 Women Of The Alan's Household - 1

Song Recommendation: Exothermic by Faouzia

Damien dumped his body at the foot of the staircase, letting out a loud huff.

He dropped the piece of rag in his hand, leaning back as he wiped the sheen of sweat on his forehead. He ran his fingers through his strands.

"I fucking hate this dump!" He sighed in exhausting, looking at the large living room he just mopped.

"What happened here?"

He snapped his head up at the stairs, sighting Juliet; who had on a terrific expression.

She slowly padded down.

"What?" Damien asked.

She halted next to him, "Was your intention to mop the parlor or dirty it more?"

"What!?" He felt something break in his chest.

"You just drew the racist version of the African map on the floor". She continued to look at the partial wet floor.

"You even got the Pacific Ocean in it... Why didn't you mop that water?" She pointed at the pool of water next to the wall.