My Step-Brothers’ Forbidden Addiction
"Training starts at six. It's five fifty-eight. I expect better from pack members who actually want to be here."
Heat flooded my face. I wasn't late, I was early, but calling him out on it would only make things worse.
"Sorry," I muttered.
"Sorry what?" His eyes were hard, unforgiving. Nothing like the way he'd looked at me two nights ago when he was inside me.
"Sorry, sir."
"Better." He turned back to the group. "Everyone pair up for warm-ups. Basic calisthenics. Three hundred jumping jacks, fifty push-ups, hundred sit-ups. Move."