Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers
I shoot back, "you don't trust your people because you only have the ones who'd stab you in the back at any second. Let's not pretend you're not paranoid. There are some things that PA can handle, yet you have to micromanage every single damn detail. What, afraid someone's going to steal your stapler, Raph?"
Raphael flashes a smile, the one that always makes me feel like the punchline of a joke I don't understand.
"It's better than the routine of sleep, wake up, eat, sleep again, wake up, eat again, and then just sleep again," he rattles off, totally making fun of my life.
I can't take this anymore. He wins this round. Again.
"I'm out," I say, swinging my legs off the bed. "Got work to do."
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