Thirty-Eight

Kira

Rubbing the back of my neck, I felt lethargy hitting me, and a yawn escaped my lips. I was almost done arranging Alexis's wardrobe, but my eyes itched and my body felt as heavy as a brick.

The lady had so many outfits, from casual to formal, from colorful to monochrome, simple to extravagant—you name it. This was my third day, and because I was trying to avoid trouble, I needed everything to be perfect.

But I was tired of opening and closing compartments and just wanted it to be over and done with.

I was folding a silk blouse while admiring its softness and smiling softly to myself, fighting the urge to try it on, but I chastised myself. We may be sharing the same dick, but I was nowhere near Alexis in terms of money, prestige, and popularity.

When I heard her footsteps exiting the main bedroom, I held my breath, wishing that she would at least step out for a few minutes so that I could get some rest.

I'd choose Zina's animal shelter a thousand times over this place because Alexi