My Stepbrother Got Me Pregnant
I pulled on jeans and a simple top.
Their expressions dropped flat.
“Oh, God,” Lena groaned. “We’re going to a club, not the library.” She shoved a dress at me. “Wear this.”
I stared at it. A shimmery navy-blue off-shoulder bodycon. The fabric gleamed under the light.
“I can’t wear that,” I muttered.
“Try it, babes,” Shasha said, giving me a playful shove toward the bathroom.
I slipped it on. When I stepped out, the air shifted.