Chanel POV
Alex and I spent the rest of the morning roaming around the hotel. For lunch, we were soaking up in his suite’s jacuzzi. He had Jim bring in sandwiches, a small platter of cold cuts and cheese, wine for him and a smoothie for me. I had an aversion on any alcoholic beverage when I know what it did to my mom. I know alcohol is not bad in moderation, but still mom’s passing had me traumatized.
“I will get fat when you feed me like this.” I commented when we were almost done.
“That’s good. More fat on those boobs and butt.” I almost choke on my chicken caesar sandwich.
There was a variety of sandwich that Jim served us. All were in pairs. However, Alex did not touch his burger sandwich.
“You’re not eating the burger sandwich?” I asked curiously.
“No. I’m not a burger person.”
