C30 Thirty

“Stop that.”

“No.”

“Please.” I huff in faux anger while Brandon holds his phone above his head, making me unable to reach the evil device that keeps producing moan sounds. “Please,” I try again, this time with a pout and puppy eyes.

He takes one long look at me, chuckles and pauses the recording. Leaving me alone on the bed, he retrieves a small box from his suitcase