Chapitre 90: Beginnings & Ends

Alessander's P. O. V

The next morning, I didn't go to college, I had Irina sent away and made breakfast for the both of us.

I figured that he was just throwing a tantrum, because I had been leaving him at home alone, and wanted more time with me.

Maybe I'd fuck him enough to reset his attitude.

"Here, sit down, the food's almost done." I said, guiding him to the dinning table. His shirt was still stained from the wasted porridge last night, and his eyes had dark circles underneath.

I circled back to the kitchen and finished the omelettes I was making, and transfered it into the plate.

When I returned, he was exactly like I had left him, it made me worry if he was even blinking. I gave him the meal, but he didn't respond to it.