Husband For Rent
“Just don’t forget to eat, alright? Can’t be a champion on an empty stomach.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I’ll try not to, but no promises.”
“Well, when you’re famous and too busy for little ol’ me, don’t forget who told you to eat,” he teased, raising his wine glass in a mock toast.
“I’ll send you a postcard from my victory tour,” I shot back, smiling despite myself.
Lexus grinned, his playful tone returning. “Deal. And hey, if you ever need a distraction or someone to bring you more beef, you know where to find me, basta hindi libre ha, huwag ka assuming teh.”