#Chapter12 Biting Heads
/"No woman in her right state of mind would speak to you the way those two women did unless you screwed them./" Cameron Parker commented as he settled down on the couch in MJ's office.
Cameron was a thirty-year-old man who still got into a lot of trouble. He looked like a troublemaker, and anyone who had eyes could never miss that fact about him. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a white silk shirt, white Timberland boots, and a long silver chain hanging around his neck. His dark black hair was a mess, and his lips were set into a pout. His grey orbs snapped to Jorge when he did not reply to his comment. /"Shit! You screwed them both, didn't you?/" He asked, but Jorge did not answer; he just sighed and plopped down on the couch.
