The Three Little Guardian Angels
He stood up, nodded, and smiled at Yorrick before saying to Xyla, “Let’s text.”
Xyla nodded.
Yorrick crossed his arms, looked coldly at Howard, and smiled. “Ms. Mayweather is so popular.”
Xyla twirled her phone, put it back in her bag, and pushed her hair back. “I can’t help it. My wild charm is just so alluring to men.”
Yorrick looked her up and down and laughed. “Your charm only attracts *ssh*les.”
Xyla’s face dropped. Still, she smiled in the next second. “Doesn’t that mean you're an *ssh*le too? Oh wait, you’re not an *ssh*le, you’re a player.”
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