Alexis.
“Aren’t you going to help me?” I asked, struggling to keep the grocery bags from slipping out of my hands.
“I don’t pay you to make your life easier.” Pierce breezed past me into his luxurious penthouse like royalty, leaving me behind like a forgotten servant.
I grumbled a few choice words under my breath as I dragged the bags in. Next time, I was definitely phoning Sierra. Chivalry was clearly dead—heck, even the Uber driver just watched like I was the entertainment for the day.
I stashed the yogurt, fruits, and sodas in the fridge—for my own consumption, obviously. Pierce thrived on fast food and had zero faith in my cooking skills. His loss.
I got started on prepping the chicken, rubbing in the spices while my thoughts spiraled back to that moment.
Kevin and Stephanie. Par
