Page 31 of Enemies to Lovers

I ignored her and stood up, heading back inside.

Webber was already eating some of my food.

Since there would be plenty, I didn’t say anything, only loaded up a plate of food and took it outside after making sure Silver was okay with Holt.

When I got back outside, I took a bite of the butter chicken and groaned. “Damn, they outdid themselves this time.”

“What is it?” Baker asked from underneath her sheet.

My lips twitched.

“Butter chicken,” I said. “There’s some naan, too.”

“I used to like that, but then I moved in with Joey, and then we never ate anything besides Tex-Mex, barbeque or American food,” she grumbled.

What a twat.

“You should have kicked him to the curb a long time ago,” I muttered as I took another bite.

She threw the sheet down and sat bolt upright, anger lighting her features this time instead of the sadness. “I know! Don’t you think I know? I am the stupidest stupid head ever to walk this planet. I wasted fifteen years of my life with that douchebag. I could’ve gone to college. I could’ve gone to state for distance running in high school, then pursued it in college. I could’ve done so many things, yet I’m here, barely making it, with a baby that hates me.”

“Can’t say that I like running all that much,” I said, ignoring the baby-hating comment. “But I’ll ride a bike next to you. Let’s go do that tomorrow.”

She looked away in disgust. “I haven’t run in months. I had to stop when I was six months because of a placenta previa. Now, I can’t even walk down the stairs without peeing on myself.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

She scrubbed her hands over her face. “Holt came too fast. One second I wasn’t in labor, and the next I was at a ten and he was spontaneously ejecting himself from my body. I tore from my clit to my asshole, and I’ve just gotten to the point where I can take a poop without wanting to scream.”

I shook my head, my lips twitching with that amount of information.

Not that I cared.

I had to take a shit and wank off—though I did try to keep it quiet, but there was only so much you could hide in an eight-by-eight cell—in front of a cell mate for fifteen years. There was nothing sacred to me anymore.

“That sounds pretty terrible,” I said. “Is everything normal down there now, though?”

“Yeah.” She grimaced. “Though I’m scared to test it out. I certainly wasn’t interested in testing it out with Joey, who had never been really great at it in the first place. The thought of his idea of sex—which was slam bam, no thank you, ma’am—didn’t really do it for me.”

I held out a bite of food to her, and she took it without thought, her eyes closing. “That’s good. Even though I’m not remotely hungry.”

I gave her four more bites before taking another of my own.

“Naan?” I asked, offering the bread.

“Sure.” She took the naan and dunked it into my plate.

I allowed it before going for a dip of my own.

“Who made this?” she questioned.

“My sister-in-law and her twin sister,” I said, jerking my finger to inside the apartment.

She looked in, likely seeing Silver with her kid, then looked back at me.

Her bloodshot amber eyes were intense as they took me in. “You just allow her to come into your place like that and hold the kids you’re in charge of?”

She didn’t sound accusing, just inquisitive.

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