Declan found himself in his bedroom the next morning when he woke up. He winced and sat up slowly, his brow furrowed. He phoned Francis after getting drunk the night before. His astute assistant had driven him back to the villa instead of to his apartment.
"Shit, man," he grumbled as he dragged himself out of bed.
He didn't want to see Yasmin's face first thing in the morning because it would ruin his mood. He intended to get out of the house as soon as possible and went into the bathroom to take a bath.
After a quick shower, he entered the closet and found Yasmin's belongings missing. Although the expensive dresses he had purchased for her were still hanging on the hanger, her other clothes, including her accessories, were all missing. It turned out that she had left him.
This thought enraged him. He slammed his fist against the closet door.
"Fuck," he yelled, covering his face with his hands. He went insane thinking she would go to Earl.
