Billie Bob Jones
My lips had been in an unattractive pout for so long that I was afraid that it would be stuck this way if I did not stop. Yet how could I stop? Benedito's scent still lingered in my house reminding me of the fact that the billionaire had just left ten minutes ago.
I raised my hand to my mouth as I stared at the ground with furrowed eyebrows. The conversation I just had did not feel real. It was like someone was pulling a sick prank on me and I was the laugh of it all.
Even though my thoughts were chaotic, my rumbling stomach took me out of my moment of confusion. I would not allow Benedito to once again get in the way of my dinner. I roughly sat down on the chair and shoved a forkful of salmon in my mouth as I chewed ferociously.
