Chapter8

#Chapter8

The first two days I've spent with Ramsey, taught me, that he is all about his rules. Like really, there are the control freaks, and there is Ramsey. Some people get angry if you put your shoes elsewhere then where they're supposed to be - Ramsey is ready to fucking cut you if you move any of his personal belongings even an inch away from their correct position.

I'm pretty confident using a mug now, I learned, that he is not so protective over the blue one, so I suppose that should be mine now.

Right?

I walked into the kitchen, wearing a baby blue nightgown. It appears the blue things are mine in this house, and even though Ramsey never actually put that into words, I can only use the blue things, and I can't tell if that's hilarious, or utterly creepy.