King of the underworld business

Aliyah's POV

Getting to New Orleans, Kelan was in disguise being that the Donald's were popular people and he might find someone who recognized him.

"I'm hungry," I said for the fourth time today.

Kelan was the real definition of a workaholic. He never got tired of working. Staying with him made me know why he succeeded in everything. Now he was not on a wheelchair anymore but supported himself with a stick. His legs had almost healed and I couldn't wait for that to happen because we would start our divorce process.

Kelan sat there like he didn't hear me. This is my first time in New Orleans and moreover, I don't want to be found roaming about.

"Can you hear me?" I asked him with a frown on my face. " I said I'm hungry, " I snapped.

I felt like hitting his head hard. Living with him wasn't so hard because he was always stuck with work and won't pay attention to you except when he needed you to do something. These past days the relationship between us was a Boss and employee only. I