BOUND TO THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
“His mom? And who exactly are you?”
“I…” I stammered, my mind searching for the right words. “I don’t work here, but I… um… I live with him.”
“You live with him?” one of them repeated, his brow furrowing.
“Yes,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’m his…uh…girlfriend.”
There was a brief silence. Then, one of them actually laughed.
“Right,” he said sarcastically. “And I’m the President.”
My cheeks burned. “I’m serious! Trust me, he knows me!”