Wrecked By My Bully
She easily could have; she has one of my credit card numbers that I gave her to order cooking supplies.
“Are you really not going to eat anything?” Al asks, coming in from outside. He’s holding a bag of burgers from Gino’s, one of my favorite restaurants. Normally, the smell would have my stomach rumbling and I’d be ready to chow down, but nothing is normal now – in fact, it hasn’t been since the moment Layla walked through my door.
“I’ll be fine, Al. I’m not wasting away.”
“You need your protein,” he jokes. “Unless you want all that working out to go to waste.”
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