Jenny’s POV
If I wanted more proof that this was going to be my own personal hell, it’s staring down at me now in the form of roast beef.
I hate nothing more than that meal. I’m not a red meat person. Minced meat is okay, in addition to chicken , but large thick pieces of cooked meat cannot physically go down my throat.
I had to gulp down every single bite with water. And even that was proving difficult, because I was feeling nauseous for eating something I dislike so much.
I couldn’t speak and say I don’t want to eat it, because I hate it. It would be rude. And Alex would be pissed off and take it out on me. I’d rather piss him off over something more worthy than that.
If someone notices my weird eating behavior, no one comments on it. I wouldn’t know though, because I never lift
