Authoress

 

 

 

Grayson got off the phone and faces Selene with a glare.

 

Selene lays on a couch, a bowl in fronts of her where she vomits in.

 

“Will you quite staring at me like that?” She fires at Grayson.

 

“You’ve been vomiting since you got back from Fred’s house, when will it stop?”

 

“I don’t fucking know!”

 

“Then you shouldn’t have drink that milk”

 

“I was forced ok, Fred made me drink it”

 

Grayson sighs.

 

“I don’t care how you will do it, but make it stop. We’ve got important task to carry out”

 

“I can’t make it stop at will”

 

“You have to! Now get your ass up and...