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He grinned at my anger.

“That suits me fine. Go have a shower. Breakfast is going to be up in ten minutes.”

I pushed him out of the way, jumped off the window sill, and rushed to the bathroom. I ignored his laughter because I wanted hot food this morning.

When I got into the most beautiful bathroom I had ever had the pleasure of being in, I sighed in relief at being able to get clean again. It was a shame I couldn’t get into that massive tub. I would lie in it for days.

I checked the door was locked before noticing he had left me a toothbrush. I made quick work of washing up. I took my knickers into the shower with me to wash them. I would just need to be pantiless for a day.

I was drying myself off when I saw the comb lying on the counter. I hadn’t seen a single woman since being here, but someone must be here. There was no way a man would think of all this stuff. I loved Kieran, but even he was clueless regarding women. In saying that, I would have clean clothes to wear. I hung my knickers on the towel warmer.

Let’s see what today brought.

Chapter 5

Reaper

Never had I been more grateful for a woman to be an utter pig. Who used half a bottle of Ketchup on their fries? I don’t think there had been a single fry that had survived that massacre. On the plus side, I was getting the hang of pissing her off.

I frowned, looking down at the full English breakfast.

What had Mum been thinking? I told her she eats like a pig, and she gave me this maybe if I didn’t look at her while she ate, I could keep my breakfast down.

Fuck it.

I sat down and started my breakfast before she got to hers. I had barely got a fork full in my mouth when she came in rubbing her hair with a towel.

“Oh, good. Just in time,” she said. “Mmm. I am so hungry this morning.”

I cringed. From tomorrow, I will eat downstairs with the others. I was only here to help her settle in. She wrapped the towel around her head like a turban and sat opposite me.

She reached for the toast, and like morbid curiosity, I watched her load it up with some baked beans before adding a fried egg.

“Whoever cooked these eggs knew what they were doing?”

“Can you cook?” I asked because she certainly loved her food.

My eyes dropped down to her tits again.

God Dammit. I needed to give her some proper clothes. I pulled my T-shirt over my dick.

“Mmm. So good,” she moaned as she chewed her food.

I relaxed, seeing she kept her mouth shut and didn’t chomp on it like a cow. I cut into my bacon, loading it with eggs, hash browns and beans. I could get some of my Mum’s clothes for her, which would definitely put me off.

“Yes, I can cook. Can you?” She said.

“Just the basics,” I said, reaching for a slice of toast.

Once she settled in, perhaps she could help my mum in the kitchen. I needed to be certain she could behave like a semi-normal human first. I was taking a bite of my loaded toast when she groaned.

I glanced over. Her egg yolk had burst, and she had some on her chin. My eyes followed the trail of yellow runny fluid drip onto her tits, and some baked beans followed, landing in between her creamy big tits.

I put my toast down on my plate and stood up to walk towards my cut. I put it on and walked out of the room, slamming the door as hard as possible.

“If you are finished, can I have yours too?” I heard her shout through the door.

“Fucking unbelievable,” I muttered before turning to return to the kitchen, hoping there was still some food left. I paused to go back and lock the door before I stomped off.

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