CHAPTER TWENTY
"You know I didn't really take him to be the n***********g type," I commented as I placed a forkful of delicious Spaghetti in my mouth. Spaghetti was my all-time favorite and there was no disagreeing about that.
"Trust me, I watched him grow and I have never seen him touch one," Martha replied grinning as we watched Reed sitting across me in the dining table, his fork on hand and the other on the novel.
"I can hear you," he mumbled without looking at us.
"This is really unbelievable," I muttered.
"Well, I still can't believe it myself. Wait till Dominic hears about this. He is probably going to laugh till he needs stitching in the ribs," I tensed at the mention of Dominic's name, the grin slipping off my face. The way he had shouted at me so coldly bac
