-Andrew-
Everything hurts, and I may be dying. Even Atticus is out of bed before me, which is ridiculous, but it hurts to move.
“Are you sick?” Randy asks.
“No. I worked out with Calvin yesterday. I think he’s trying to kill me,” I groan as I finally sit up and place my feet onto the ground. I don’t know if my body has ever been this sore.
“Maybe if it’s this bad for the heir, they’ll get us a hot girl to give us massages,” Atti says with a smile.
With my luck, they would, but I’d never get to enjoy it. I’ll never be able to have someone give me a massage.
I grab some clothes and walk down to the showers, letting the cold water wake me up. The showers do, in fact, have warm water. I don’t want that, though. I need to push myself to become the best version of myself. Hot wat
