Chapter 12

Ciara’s POV

I woke up the next morning and had a cold shower.

Last night was a wild one, and I’m glad it’s over.

I slipped into a pair of leather pants and a white top. Then I rolled my hair into a messy bun. I walked out of the bedroom and went straight to the kitchen.

After thinking of the perfect breakfast, I settled for tuna casserole.

I quickly prepared breakfast and set up the table. I served breakfast and sat down to eat mine.

“Why is he not here? He’s never late for breakfast,” I thought to myself and shrugged.

I pushed the thoughts of Brian aside and sat down on the couch. I went through a magazine I saw on the table to pass time.

20 minutes.

30 minutes.

An hour???

I glanced at my watch for the umpteenth time. No sight of Brian. Where could he have gone?

I stood up and walked to his bedroom.

I hesitated to knock, but I finally knocked after standing there for close to ten minutes practicing a dumb