Delilah
“I can’t believe we’re dropping everything to go on a spur of the moment vacation. This is insane right? How am I supposed to not freak out?” I ask Seth. “I’m not even allowed to pack anything.”
“Oh my god. You brat! Shut up already. Your hot billionaire boyfriend is whisking you away for an unknown vacation and you’re complaining. We’re all here for the little ones. All you have to do is chill the f**k out. Stop being Betty Buzzkill and go with the flow,” Seth says. “Drink this and sit down.”
Seth hands me a shot of I don’t know what and I down it. Afterwards he hands me a lemon that I suck on.
“What the hell was that? It was delicious,” I say.
“That my dear was my new favorite shot,” he says.
“It tastes like…” I trail off.
“Chocolate cake?” He asks.
“Exactly,” I say.
“Ci
