He’s polite and professional to everyone he meets, but behind their backs will tear them apart like he’s Chef Gordon Ramsay and everyone is just an idiot sandwich.
I should be wondering why the hell I’m exposed and bound in a place I don’t recognize, but surprisingly all I feel is a sense of calm and wanting. I’m waiting for him. I know he’s coming.
Being poor would be bearable but having your parents wrestling in the middle of your town Walmart on a Tuesday afternoon was a whole other type of embarrassment.
She doesn’t seem like the type of girl to swoon over such basic decencies, such as not eating her, but maybe my good buddy Stockholm will help me out. It
Maybe I can figure something out Beck hasn’t thought of, but for right now, I guess I’ll just be an ogre’s sex slave. The thought genuinely thrills me.
Girlfriend, you need some therapy LOL.
Can we say *daddy issues* ?
Lawrence examines me like I’m a wild animal. “What are you doing? Whose clothes are you wearing? Did you run away to live in the woods?” I’m not sure which of his questions to answer first. “Uh, yeah,” is all I manage to say.