Chapter 20

“You will never be on my level, Baby, but one thing is for sure… it’s not beneath you at all. I am so out of your league that you’re practically non-existent from my viewpoint.” I toss back my hair and give him my best Camilla sass move, raising brows and smirking evilly.

“Yeah, this is such a classy look… Baby! I’m so gutted that I don’t meet your standards.” He picks up a strand of my lank, mousy brown hair and tugs it, that smarmy look that makes me want to punch him in the throat and reminds me how crappy I look. I may feel like Camilla at this moment, but I don’t resemble her at all, and he bruises my ego by pointing it out.

“My class is more than skin deep. Unlike you, that is. You have about as much depth as a puddle.” I raise a sarky brow, biting on my tongue to hide my venom and try to sound unaffected by him.

I swear Mico gives up on life. I think he’s resigned himself to the fact this is the inevitable outcome, and he should stay out of it. He sighs, gro