Chapter 14

• Lucy
• Standing at the kitchen countertop wearing an apron and headband, I started to prep the ingredients. Behind me, Alpha Damien stood scrutinizing my every move.
• If it wasn’t for this guy, I would be eating pork feet with a glass of soju rolling around in front of the television, enjoying my lavish single life. Instead, I was struggling with this darn beef bourguignon, or blue marble, or whatever it’s called. I couldn’t believe I had to try to concoct a French dish I’d never even laid eyes on before. Not only that, but I had to complete the feat in front of those hawk like eyes that followed even the slightest movement of my fingertips.