UNDERCOVER LOVE

seeped in through the little spaces of the

wned. She stood up, stretching her arms in the air; she cov

e morning. She had been unable to sleep;

pare before she got to work. Estelle got rea

f or cook Estelle, who now worked for the n

which style to wear her hair in. She wanted to let it fall, but it'd get in the way of h

nt further to make a joke about her wearing lingerie if she felt comfortable in it.

ad little straps, which she paired with a sandals that had butterflies on the star. A little touch up on her f

uc

leg of a table. She gently massaged it. Hitti

thoughts. She never believed in any of those before, and she w

the house. Do they even sleep at all? She wondered. She

st any kind, a cup of tea that was filled with a lot of milk and chocolate. She has

re tall and huge. There was a ladder,

she spotted what she was looking for on the top shelf. "Why

e moment her feet touched the floor, she exhaled deeply. There was a lot to do in the kitch

d chocolate, which she poured into the cup. She dropped three cubes of sugar be

to avoid scalding her tongue. "So tasty," she

cup of tea to have noticed she w

s caring,

he heard the baritone voice. The man rushed to

contents while he ge

e bottle on the table. Her hand

He continued rubbing her b

ing her back any further and also get a good look at

g resemblance to Kyle. The article did say he ha

u," he apologized. "Y

'm Estelle, the cook;

is hand stretched towards her for a h

ds with my boss." She stressed to the boss to send the message ho

feeling a little bit awkward. "I

cut him off. "I'm his employ

ed when he mentioned his brother, he ca

?" Estelle changed the topic before he said any

believe I haven't had anything for the pas

"For someone with this stature, losing wait will only make you look like someon

her company. When last had he smile

quickly apologized.

sir is too much; judging from your looks, I may

t..

n keep the sir

ka

y person. Maybe something good would c

you must be very hungry. W

aid, but Estelle

own on one of the stools. "How about I make y

turkey is my favor

stir-fried spaghetti and

tered the kitchen. He was surp

er so many days." They've been trying to get him ou

ice and funny too. I'll not call her friendl

Mr. Mac," she

well." He inquired, and she an

e've been trying to get you to eat, but the cook who you just met o

lovingly." Kole p

as the topic of discussion, excused herself and went in

e have a lot of buyers on the ground; all th

e'll need a l

we'll talk more about how to go about it; we can't allow what

smile but a frown. His hands were shaky, and Ma

ppened t

hands on you. He and everyone involved died a slow and painful de

Their skins peeled off while they begged for death, but Kyle was

breaking got the at

down and began to gather the pieces of th

in unison, more worried

es

he toe she had hit, but it was very hard. It was he

burned with acid while scrolling through social media. That was the fir

ice on the outside but w