Resisting Mr.Popular
“Fine, one week. If you pull it off, we each owe you fifty grand. If you fail, you owe us.”
This isn’t about the money. It’s an opportunity to focus on something that isn’t my father’s voice in my head or the engagement ring waiting in some velvet box with my name on it.
“Skylar McKee,” I repeat, letting the name roll off my tongue. “Fine. Challenge accepted.” I say it with the same empty smile I have perfected over years of pretending, sliding easily into place.
Blake grins, slapping me on the shoulder. “That’s my boy, this is gonna be legendary.”
Bab Populer