The Perfect Revenge
Sashaying into the room like it was a fucking runway, her heels clicking noisily against the marbled floor, her blonde hair wrapped into a neat French bun on her head.
The confidence, her smirk it was all part of her act and I was surprised Skyla couldn’t see right through it.
“What, do you want Tanya?” I asked my patience running thin.
She perched on the edge of the table, her face a few inches away from mine, her close proximity causing me to inhale a sharp intake of air, inhaling her acrid perfume.
“You owe me, Xavier. I mean, did you watch the video? Watched how I expertly took down a piece for you without breaking a sweat?”
Bab Populer