#Chapter71
Sell to the Devil
WESTLEY
Crap!
What was I thinking? I knew something didn’t add up. Did he really want me to be his model or he was up to something? My head snapped to the footsteps behind me. Keene showed off his cocky smile.
/"Good job./" He raised his mug.
/"I’m doing all of these for you, dumbass./" I got back to my swing. /"Any news?/"
/"Nope. Not yet./" I could feel the dismay and sadness in his voice.
I couldn’t let him give up—not until what we’d already sacrificed over a year for him to be still with me. /"Your new friend’s mom might be able to pull some strings./"
Keene moved to stand in front of me. /"You okay with that?/"
I met his gaze. /"I’ll do everything for you, Keene. I will sell my soul if someone is willing to buy it./"
/"Then sell it to the devil himself./" He chuckled. I knew exactly who he was referring to. Was he the devil though?
