[Adelaide Knowles]
Nomi walks in with the food plate, her face is grim and her eyes are hard as she hands them to me. I don’t want to bother to ask why she’s upset. f**k! I don’t even feel like eating anymore. I take the plate anyway, bypassing her and walking back to the kitchen, aware she’s hot on my trail, watching me bin the food. “Boss made that for you. Don’t you think you should try and eat?”
I suppress a grimace, walking over to the sink, “Well, what part of I don’t feel like eating does anyone not understand?”
“You shouldn’t have suggested he makes you his w***e?”
I exhale in exasperation, “You sure all up in my business today, Nomi?”
She shrugs, handing me a paper towel, “I’m saying a fake wife is too much already and now you’re…”
“Nomi, I’m sure no one pays you for your
