#Chapter 141
Warren
Sitting at the table with Michael glaring at me is not how I imagined the evening to go.
/"What are you doing here at eight PM?/" The asshole deliberately keeps his voice low as Evelyn cooks dinner in the kitchen.
/"Plans that don't involve you./"
A sick grin rolls on his face. /"It sucks being cockblocked./"
Bullseye.
/"You'd know better since you're walking with blue balls these days./"
Apparently Tinsely had kicked him in the crotch when he went to apologize to her after verbally hurting her.
Folding his arms over his chest he relaxes back in the chair. /"Touché Archer./"
To hide my smirk I drink some wine. Feeling oddly pleased with my comeback.
/"I hope you guys are bonding./" Evelyn comes carrying the pan of lasagna with her white-strawberry mittens.
