The mafia boss is the man of my dreams
I added, walking up and looping my hands with Jean, who immediately pushed me away.
“Girl, what are you doing in front of your man?” he said sharply, making me laugh.
“Holding my friend…” I said in a duh tone, and Knight chuckled as well.
“It’s fine, Jean,” he said, turning to him. “I don’t get jealous of friends,” he muttered, and Jean nodded but didn’t seem convinced. Why was he such a wuss now?
“You’re not even remotely my type,” I added, and only then did he grin, pulling my hand and looping it with his.