Leave us, Matteo

NALEDI’S POV

Caellum left the room bare-chested, leaving me to my maid duties.

I stood in the door of his now-messed up closet and it took everything not to punch the wall beside me.

Who the hell did he think he was?!

I heard a car rev out of the compound and I didn’t need a soothsayer to know he was the one. The urgency and speed used in the exit were tale enough.

“You are a woman on a mission, Naledi. Calm the fuck down.” I said out loud, holding my head as I walked into the closet, breathing heavily.

I didn’t know where to begin. Everything was a mess. The clothes were thrown haphazardly and Caellum had a ton of them.

Taking a deep breath, I began my job, picking up the clothes and finding where they belonged. I entertained myself with the thought of having my revenge at the tip of my fingers, waiting to be executed.