AMAYA'S POV
I stared at my laptop screen; I pressed my lips together, preventing myself from laughing. I clicked on input to finish the design on my latest masterpiece—Logan in a pink bunny costume.
It was absurd, completely ridiculous. I couldn't help but laugh; maybe it was the oversized ears or the tiny carrot he held like some kind of CEO-approved weapon. Either way, the sight of it makes me release a chuckle. A mocking one.
If Logan ever saw this, he’d probably throw me out of the window.
Not that I cared. He already forced me to have breakfast this morning.
My smile faded as I leaned back against the pillow, my arms crossed. Did he really think I’d just eat whatever he served me? After everything he had done? After making me lick coffee off the floor like a slave? No way.
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