She Belongs To The Billionaire ✔

Chapter 21

Kara’s POV

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          “Sleepy head. Wake up, it’s time to head out.” Head out? Head where? Ugh.

A groan of disapproval and irritation rippled off my throat. I turned on my side and placed my soft plushy pillow on the side of my face to block off the intrusion.

“Sleepy head, it’s seven already and your mama would be awake by now.”

Mama...leg injury...swollen... fight...hospital.... Shoot! I forgot she was even at the hospital. I shot out of bed instantly, stretching and struggling to stifle a loud yawn.

“I should’ve left for the hospital!”

“Now she’s awake.”

I cleaned my eye boogers. Preeti was already dressed for the day, looking fresh and her thick hair was packed into a familiar firm bun. I wondered how she could cope with her hair always being in such a tight bun.

“You didn’t have to slap my backside.” I whined with a glare. I wanted my backside to be more protruded and I usually did some twerking in the bathroom whenever I wasn’t feeling lazy.

“Good morning to you too, sleepy head. Now get up.” Preeti ordered.

“Ugh, thanks Preeti. I slept late last night checking my department’s group chat to know what group I was finally assigned to for a community project.”

“I thought as much.” She smirked but kept looking at me with twinkling and mischievous eyes while I grumbled about my backside getting flatter if she kept slapping me there. Immediately she left, I did my morning routine before getting ready for the day.

After bathing and applying cream, I pulled on an ash colored jean pants and white turtle-neck top, applying a bit of makeup. I combed my hair quickly before dashing downstairs in my black and glittery white sneakers.

I loved it the most of all the gifts I had because it was a birthday present given to me last year.

Come to think of it, it was also young master that gifted me this sneaker boots, along with the other fifteen I had in my closet.

Maybe it was because my birth date was August ten and he eleven, I had no idea. He never failed to give me presents on my birthday and he was always present that day to take me and mama anywhere we wanted himself. I remember years ago when I was fifteen years old and he had to travel out of the country for an important combined meeting and family vacation the whole Alfonsi family was having.

He came back a day before my birthday and gave me my birthday present; even though he later snarled at me to be careful on the stairs when I fell because of the stiletto heels I was wearing to the party my high school boyfriend at the time had planned for me.

Smiling at the memory of him dragging my drunk self out of the club later that night, I got into kitchen to prepare something to take to mama. Preeti also joined me, chatting about the latest trends on the Vogue magazine as she drank coffee while I just made comments here and there.

“Preeti, I need you to help me watch Armando. I need to see someone.” Mimi rasped hurriedly as she entered and pushed the baby walker where chubby cheeks baby Armando was playing into the large kitchen. The baby pattered on with a bright expression and this made warmness fill my heart. Babies were so innocent and contented.

He was playing with the ragged monkey doll Preeti bought for him from her visit to her family house in, Chennai, India but the contentment in his eyes was obvious, even with how simple the doll was.