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~~CECILIA~~

Fucking bastard!

I slammed the door angrily and marched to my bed.

Who on earth asked me to go play Irish housewife?

Damnit!

Should have known that he would always be a royal dick.

I sat down on the bed, my heart still beating angrily.

I have no idea why I did that. Where that silly concern came from.

But when I didn't see him around midnight I got very worried.

Plus I had seen Darya march into the house earlier, looking scared and angry and I heard her tell Alista that the boss had stormed off to an unknown direction.

I had been worried. I have no idea what prompted it, where it came from but I had felt a wave of fear grip me.

And I'd spent hours just pacing around the sitting room.

And when he came back, my heart fucking plummeted seeing how hurt it was.

Now I just regret every ounce of emotion I wasted on the mother fucker.

Bastard!

I should have just gone to sleep. But I know that even if I tried I wouldn't have.

These days it feels like my heart and emotions don't bel