The aroma of roasted chicken and garlic potatoes filled the dining room but my

appetite.

And nothing to do with the food on my plate. Mark sat at the head of the table, mom had texted again that she wouldn’t be back until late at night so it was just the two of us.

I shifted in my chair, still sore from the shower earlier, my nipples still embarrassing me

With leaking milk but I wasn’t bothered by it, I noticed from the corner of my eyes that Mark's eyes were peering at my chest with a smirk on his lips.

“Eat your dinner.” He said calmly, reaching for the...