~Lewis~
"Leave everything on the counter" I instruct, going around the kitchen counter to the fridge. Once open, I opt for a bottle of water after contemplating my decision not to leave the house again. I thought Dad paid them enough to die the rumors but guess I was wrong, and that old man is going to feel the brunt of my anger later. It seems someone caught wind of my presence at the mall. As Pete and I exited, paparazzi swarmed us with their insistent questions about my sons and my relationship with Venus. I don't have time for such trivial matters when there are more pressing issues to focus on—such as my sons.
Taking hearty sips, I let the lemon-flavored water cascade over my taste buds, realizing how parched I am from the involuntary moans escaping my throat. I return the half-full
