|| Arabella ||

The next morning, I woke up around noon. I had slept after taking some painkillers. My back was still sore, but the ice had considerably reduced the pain.

My luggage was still unpacked, so I called Theo, who barged into my room with a ringing phone in his hand and an annoyed expression.

“Now what do you want, my queen?” he demanded sarcastically.

I giggled. Since yesterday, I have been making him do all my work after guilt-tripping him for my back pain. I even made him carry me back to my bedroom, though it took quite a bit of argument. “I can’t bend down. Get me...