Desiree

Chapter Fifty -Seven

Desiree

My legs crossed and uncrossed each other with the taste of the food I was experiencing in my mouth.

It tasted exactly like takeouts but even more than takeouts. I decided to keep some in the fridge until I was hungry for later. I was filled up already this Monday.

I picked up my phone and texted Killian. After a while.

I didn't know how to start the text, do I say hey babe, or how are you or happy Monday or I should just go straight to the point.

I decided to greet first.

“Hi!” .

The message didn't get ready immediately but it got delivered.

Monday mornings when I still worked at the hotel, I was always grumpy for no reason, it felt like I had no real enough time to rest. The weekend seemed too short and Monday just took it all away.

But there I was at home just devoured takeouts and ice cream, one would have thought this life of doing absolutely nothing us great.

But that was a huge problem for me. I didn't want to stop been busy

Sometimes I could rela