The Code of The Alpha
I answered finally, my cheeks burning.
Luca's eyebrows furrowed.
"Then who the fuck---"
"Myself," I answered, cutting him off.
Luca's expression morphed from one of surprise as the corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk.
"Baby, you can't tell me things like that and not expect me to want to watch---"
"It's my turn to ask a question," I said loudly, interrupting him.
"When is your birthday?"
"August eighteenth," he said, still giving me a knowing smile.