Anya
She was doing precisely what Lauren told her to do.
For the next few weeks…
Relax.
Feet up.
Demand whatever the hell you want.
That’s exactly why she demanded her favorite donuts. But since Jack wouldn’t make that drive, she introduced the war machine to meal delivery apps.
She set the address to her house.
Jack nearly lost his s**t. Eighty dollars for one pink box of donuts.
“Delivery and fees?! What the f**k is this? What ever happened to just going and getting your food? Why—"
One look, he zipped his lip and kissed her before making the drive to her house to wait for her precious donuts to get there. She watched him drag his feet, but didn’t comment on his hypocrisy. He refused to go get them, but…was complaining about the delivery.
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