Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
I try to shove it into the waiter’s hand, but quickly, Michael’s callused hand rests over mine, halting me.
I flash my eyes at him and see him hiking his brow, “Don’t do that, little flame, bills on me,”
I practically melt at the look he gives me. It’s so intense and unrelenting.
“Mr. Stone, you can’t…”
“I don’t let my girl pay her bills, little flame.” He leans in close and whispers to me, his voice lewd, “And if I were you, I’d eat something better because we’re in for a long ride.”