Chapter 107

Natasha walks sideways to face me, putting herself back in my face, dismissing his presence entirely. I guess it’s because she is either really riled or she realizes he isn’t all that enamored with pathetic, soft, doe-eyed brunettes. He is choosing to wrap his arm around the sassy, ‘I will beat you to death with your own bag,’ blonde.”

“Maybe he just knows a whore when he sees one.” She sneers at me, up and down, like I’m some tramp, yet she’s dressed in a cheap hooker dress and stripper heels that look like they came from a Walmart reject bin.

I slap her hard across the face, impulsively; enraged by how close that sneering bitches is to mine, when she leans into me, breathing almost in my face. I yelp when a male hand grasps my wrist over her recoiling body.

“What the fuck you bitch?” In a bizarre couple standoff. The stranger appears behind her, holding her with one arm and my wrist in the other.

Arrick moves in a flash. I don’t see it or manage to get my h