Twenty-nine

"No release for you," he mutters while rising to his full height and pulls down my lower lip. I suck on his thumb and moan while batting my eyelashes at him. He can’t do this to me now, I am so close.

"Why?" I cry out, taking the hand he offers me as we step out of the stall. "Brandon."

But he’s already moving in the direction of our bedroom, I let out a defeated sigh and follow behind him. I don’t understand what is going on, Brandon is like a switch without control, he can flip anytime. I sigh again.

He is standing by the wardrobe when I step inside, his bottle of supplement in one hand and a towel around his waist. I pick one of the sweets we bought on our way back and grimace when he pops a pill into his mouth without flinching.

"It’s not as bad as it looks," he murmurs as he walks closer to me. He holds a pill to my lips. "Try it. Swallow, don’t chew."