Viya's POV
I didn't think he'd actually leave for work.
I dragged myself out of bed—showered, dressed, and tried to walk without limping. Failed miserably.
When I padded out into the living room, the apartment was empty.I realized he was really gone.
Then I found he'd left three servings of breakfast on the dining table.
I stared at the spread—croissants, eggs benedict, fresh fruit, coffee—and felt my stomach growl despite my irritation.
*Of course he made extra.*
I carried everything over to our apartment. She answered the door still in her pajamas, looking rough around the edges from last night's champagne.
"Morning," I said dryly. "Breakfast?"
"Oh my god, yes." She pulled me inside immediately. "Is that from your boyfriend?"
"He's not my boyfriend."
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