Cinderella to CEO

We met up with ray for lunch wail on our "Break". I wouldnt nessaisarly call it a break if you have been sitting in bed all day listening to your husband pace around the room talking on the phone with lawyers or managers or whatever the fuck else they have! This little brunch was the only time i have gotton out of the house since getting here. So, i would say that i was a little- well, annoyed; to say the least. You think the guys had forgotton what food tasted like if you would have seen what i was witnessing. The way they scarfed down that pizza was astonishing. from the moment the pizza was set in the center of the table, if you would have blinked, you would have missed it. If you thought i wasnt annoyed before, then sitting next to eric did the trick. Watching Eric eat was discusting. Eric would pick up a peice with one hand, not bothering to secure the pizza with his other hand, so whatever topping it was, would fall off onto his lap. when it did, he scooped it up with his fingers and dropped it into his mouth. Between peices he would wipe the greese from his hands onto his jeans. He smacked the food from one side of his mouth, to the other. If it couldnt get any worse, every time he spoke he would do so with a mouth full of "See food".