Ace
Ace was wrong when he said I did.
"You aren't exactly the epitome of good, you know," I deadpanned with a sheepish smile.
"Yeah, Assholes recognize other assholes, Mia. We know what our kind looks like," his pink lips pressed into a thin line.
"I guess it's a good thing that he made what he wants from me pretty clear then," I shrugged solemnly, actually feeling pity for myself, "he's just trying to get into my pants."