Stepbrother's Darling
Later that evening, I drag myself to the cafe for my shift. I immediately get to mopping, the register is occupied, and someone is already making coffee.
Everything is going fine until someone spills coffee behind me, somewhere I just mopped.
“Oops.” Someone hisses. I turn around to find one of Vaughn’s toys, the one who is always clinging to him at parties. Talia Voss, long legs, glossy everything and a rotten attitude.
“Clumsy me,” she giggles, not an ounce of regret in her tone or eyes. “Clean that up, peasant.”