Chapter Twenty-Eight- “Story Time”.
Christian Kingston.
“Let me tell you a story.” I rose to my feet and leaned against the nearby counter, his phone still in my mind. “You might want to sit for this one.” I nudged him with my leg, “And no, that wasn’t a question. Sit up.”
Grimacing, he pushed himself to a sitting position with a lot of difficulty. Whiny b***h. I didn’t even beat him on the body or anything, just his face. That annoys me every second I look at it, I can’t help it. After so many pathetic attempts, he had settled down, in the Indian position, facing me with his head down.
I clasped my hands in front of me, the phone between me. “So, I’ll tell you a story I heard recently, and you help me decide what the people in the story deserve, you get it?”
He kept his lips sealed,
