Forbidden Collection
” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Her expression dropped. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me. Your body looks like uneven plastic. That hip dip? Baby, that’s nowhere near a BBL.
Honestly, I think Natasha has serious beef with you, because why the hell do you look like.. ”
She cut me off before I could finish my sentence.
“Who gave you the audacity to talk to me in such manner?” she barked.
I smirked. “It’s giving melted plastic.”
“Cupid , my dear, you literally can’t do anything worse than sending me to a 24-hour sex marathon or signing me up for a world record—‘woman who fucked 20 men in 3 hours.’ Go ahead,” I purred, my voice dripping with sarcasm.