I wanted a boyfriend. No, I needed a boyfriend. And I needed one now. I thought as I scrubbed the layer of fat from the pan before popping it in the dishwasher and moving on to the plate in front of me.
“What’s up with you? You look like your Master did something horrible to you,” Amy asked, coming up beside me.
I paused my scrubbing and took a deep breath, trying to rein in my temper before looking at her. “I want a boyfriend. How can I get one?”
Amy looked at me like I swallowed a live octopus. “What? I don’t understand? Don’t you know how to get a boyfriend?”
I really wanted to tell her what Aston made me do last night but kept my mouth shut. Telling anyone what transpired between my Master and I was going to invite his wrath and I really did not want to suffer at his hands anym
