“Okay,” I complied, and followed him to the kitchen.As soon as I took a bite of an apple, I was suddenly ravenous. Suddenly, how hungry I was began overtaking me. I began eating faster, messier, making myself some sandwiches, and ate the remaining pizza on the tabletop. Marcello let out an amused chuckle. I wiped my mouth, dusting myself off, doing my best to digest the food quickly.“Don’t eat too much, you don’t want to look bloated,” he stated. “I knew you would cave in eventually.”The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smirk.“My Arabian princess.”He narrowed his eyes, before bringing up his thumb to brush against my lips, causing me to churn internally with disgust.“Your lips look bare. You should put some red lipstick on to complete the look,” he commented.“O – okay,” I mumbled obediently.“Go. I will be waiting by the door when you’re done, and then we can leave.”I did as I was told, and before long, we set off in his car.I wondered how the rest of the night was
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