Chapter 120

**** Now back at the park house, with Karla introducing her chicken to the surrounding of our home. I'm confused by the whole chicken pet fiasco, Karla's favorite dish is fried chicken, does this mean she's not eating chicken again? Shaking off the thought, I sigh, my focus shifting to Camilla, she's walking a few feet ahead of me and way more behind Karla. "Beautiful," I call out. "Yes King," she passes in her tracks. "Do you need something?" I nod, my hands resting in my pocket. "Let's go and start cooking dinner." "What do you plan on cooking?" She smiles, excited to learn how to perfect whatever dish I plan on making for us tonight. "Karla's pet," I tell her, my lips curving into a wicked grin. Camilla gasps, a finger raised at me, "Don't you dare," she whispers firmly. " Karla loves her smoked chicken.." she pauses, "Hmm, I can't believe I said that with a straight face but you heard me." I shake my head, my grin growing wider as my feet begin to move, walking past her an