Holding a paper bag in her hand, Sibyl walked down the street, feeling both excited and foolish. “Stop acting like a high schooler. It’s just your breakfast,” she scolded herself, but she couldn't help glancing down at it from time to time.
When Sibyl had left her apartment building for the club, Keshton had handed her a paper bag with her breakfast.
“I love meat on a woman more than bones. From now on, don’t skip any meals unless you want me to show up and feed you myself,” he had said before driving away, handing her the bag.
“Does he have to threaten me about everything? And why does he think I’d eat something he bought for me?!” Sibyl frowned, initially deciding to throw the bag away. However, curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she took a bite of the egg and cheese sandwich
