Chapter 248 Billionaire's Lies

• It began quietly enough, at least at first-Sabrina would make a passing comment about a dish she hadn't considered in years. Then it built.
• And now, at precisely midnight, Benedict was sleepy with half his eyes shut, in the kitchen, clinging for dear life with one hand to a jar of chocolate spread and the other wrapped around a bag of oranges.
• Sabrina sat on the counter, kicking her legs, clutching a half-full bowl of pasta-a bowl she'd insisted on topping with vanilla ice cream.