My Pretty Dirty Kitten
I stay where I am, watching him walk away.
My hands curl at my sides.
Dammit, Gianna. You couldn’t have picked someone simpler to dig into?
Just had to be a senator’s son.
I turn back toward the house, already done with the whole bullshit for one day, when my phone buzzes in my palm.
I almost ignore it but catch a glimpse of the GirlGoneWild logo on the side.
Kittenxo is live.
I stop dead in my tracks, fuck.
What is she fucking thinking?
An unpleasant feeling runs down my spine. If her live today is anything like the pictures she posts, I’m screwed.