Billion Dollar Man
I sat up so that Jerrod could see I was wearing my pants, at least.
“Sugar is the last thing you need for a hangover,” he said, putting the box on the coffee table.
“I just want food,” I said and reached for the box, taking out a chocolate glazed donut.
“Donuts are so underrated,” Mila said, sitting down on the couch next to Jerrod and taking a bite out of a jam donut. She was playing this so calmly, lying like a pro. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have bought our story as well. Mila looked like nothing was out of place.