Chapter 53: Game 2

TAMARA

Mhm.” His lips curved faintly. “You’ll have to pretend like I’m your husband—”

“Oh, hell no!”

“Listen to me.” He gritted the words, grabbing my arm. His hold was firm, not painful, but it still stung. “Do you want to eat?”

I didn’t answer, but the death glare I gave him should’ve buried h...