The Alpha King Call Boy
Jane Above Storymy stepsister stole my groom
Because if she did, I would not know how to answer.
“Oh, Nina,” I muttered, after washing down a bite of pizza crust with another mouthful of delightfully smooth, rich and delicious wine. “Nina, Nina, Nina. You just can’t keep away from trouble, can you?”
She cast me a big-eyed, defeated look. “Trouble is my puppy,” she grumbled. “That bitch just follows me around.”
I laughed, snorting. It was an apt metaphor.
Nina pulled a loose pepperoni off her pizza and threw the crispy little slice of meat at me. I caught it before it could hit my face, and ate it.