The Bad Boy’s Regret
Zoey made her way over to me slowly, like she wanted everyone to see, Damian following a step behind, his expression unreadable now, closed off in that way that always meant trouble.
“Well, if it isn’t the charity case,” Zoey said sweetly, fake smile stretched too tight, eyes raking over my dress. “Wow. Cute outfit. Did you borrow that from someone or did you finally upgrade?”
I didn’t answer. I refused to give her that.
She laughed anyway, leaning in closer, her voice dropping just enough to feel intimate and yet poisonous. “You know, Damian told me all about your... Car sexcapades. How you like to pretend you’re better than you are. How you bounce between cousins like it’s nothing. Tell me
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