34. Precious cargo

King...

" Stasia,” I called out but she didn’t bother to hear me out.

She pulled her hand away from my grip and stormed out of the house, not forgetting to bang the door shut. I growled in rage.

Who the fuck did she think she was?

I was going to give her a piece of my mind when she came back.

I turned back around and acknowledged the groceries. I knew for sure she would be too pissed to pack them away, so she would probably start throwing things in the cupboards. I groaned aloud and headed to the kitchen to go and pack.

When I was done, I grabbed an apple because I was very hungry. Yes, I can even be a domestic. My grandmother partially raised me. Of course, I knew my way around a house. The hotel phone rung, grabbing my attention

" Hello."

" Sir, Derika is talking to her back at the restaurant.”