She looked like a dominatrix that wandered into a church.
I sat up slowly, biting down on a wicked grin. "What the hell are you wearing?"
She placed the tray on the side table and stepped back without answering.
"You look like a w***e," I said, smiling like it was a compliment. "A quiet little w***e who thinks she's being classy. Halloween's not until October, darling."
Still no reaction. Just that blank little smile.
I waved her off. "Get out. I don't want to eat with you watching me."
As she turned, my phone buzzed. Sarah. Perfect timing.
I answered on speaker. "Morning, bitch."
"Morning, you lucky slut," she replied, voice thick with fake envy. "So... was he worth it?"
I leaned back, peeled a grape, and grinned. "Victor? I mean, I can't feel my thighs, so I'm guessing yes."
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