The Mafia And His Stalker
“After all, who knows more about being ‘crazy’ than you?”
His remark only fueled my annoyance, and I shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel. “Oh, don’t even get me started on you and your antics,” I retorted, my frustration still lingering.
Asher’s laughter filled the room, his amusement at my reaction seemingly never-ending. Despite my annoyance, I couldn’t help but find his carefree demeanor infectious. There was something about him that always managed to lighten the mood, even in the most exasperating situations.
“You know you love every second of this insanity,” he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Bab Populer