Samantha’s POV

“My salad, my salad, my salad,” Dre excitedly sang out while clapping his hands before digging in the salad bowl nose deep and moaning loudly. “Holy shit! This is incredible as always,” he appreciatively moaned before attacking the defenceless sauced veggies.

“Were you raised by gorillas or something? Chew and swallow, asshole,” I rolled my eyes but smiled nonetheless as I watched him eat with such gusto.

He had refused to eat any kind of food, ...