85. I’ll do anything

Dahlia Carrington

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By the time I finished eating the spaghetti Damon made, I was exhausted. The stress from the day finally came crashing down as soon as I set my dishes in the sink.

Regardless, I took hold of the sponge but before I could attempt to wash it, Damon plucked it from my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the dishes.”

“But you cooked,” I argued weekly.

“They won’t take more than ten minutes, doll. Just sit there and wait for me.”

I nodded and sat down on one of the stools. As he did the dishes, my mind strayed to the conversation I had with Prisha today. She accepted that she did all those things because of her feelings for Roman. Did Roman know about the things she did? If he did, would he like her for it?

I knew they said love made people stupid but she crossed the line because of some unrequited love. It wasn’t my fault that Roman found me attractive. It wasn’t my fault that he had some sick affection for me and not her. Two of them were crazy. They deserved to be togethe