Serurora’s POV.
“Oh, really?” I say with a sly smirk on my lips, well I hope it’s a smirk and not a grimace because the room is spinning slightly from all the spinning on the pole.
“Yes, really, and you know it. You feel it too.” Michael says and I pout as I narrow my eyes at him when I turn my head and look at Angel. He is watching me with hunger in his eyes and I’m betting it is not because he wants a burger.
“Well, let’s get this straight, shall we?” I say and they both look at each other in confusion.
“Just because you are both super hot bikers and I’m a club and mafia princess doesn’t mean you can claim me like that.” I say before turning my eyes to Angel and I point my finger, poking him in his nose as I continue.
“You should know me better than that. Thinking I will be all gush
