Chapter 39: FEEDING THE MAD HEIR
"No, Osvaldo, don’t rub it on your body!" Penny practically screamed, lunging forward as she watched him smear greasy chicken sauce across his clothes like it was some kind of expensive cologne.
It was too late to stop him now.
He had already dragged the saucy drumstick down his chest like it was his new lover. His pristine shirt, well, what was once white, now looked like it’d lost a food fight.
Penny gritted her teeth, snatching the poor abused chicken from his hands and slamming it back onto the plate. "You are unbelievable," she hissed under her breath.
This man... this... man, was the same one who had demanded she suck his dick last night? The same man who stood in front of her like a fierce beast, ready to tear the world apart just to protect her from her mother?
Because right now, he looked like a five-year-old who needed a bib and a leash.
Maybe Penny had finally come to terms with the truth. Maybe, he wasn’t faking his madness after all. Maybe it is real.
She’d spent the entire morning trying to talk to him, question him, threaten him, even bait him into revealing that he was faking this madness, but nope. All she got was that same maddening smile. No words. Just blank, beautiful insanity.
"Osvaldo, I swear to God..." she started when he reached for the chicken again. But this time, instead of wearing it, he took a bite.
Then smiled. Chin up as he stared at her. It’s almost like he was mocking her.
"Mine," he said as if that word would make her feel any better.