"Dad just called me and he was looking for you," Bree announced, her voice cutting through the peaceful Sunday morning air.
I was sprawled out on the porch swing, trying to soak up the sun and forget the chaos of the city. I needed to move on, accept that what was done was done. But damn it, every time I closed my eyes, I saw Valerian's face and that damn big d**k of his.
"He said he was disappointed," Bree added, making me turn to her, squinting through my sunglasses.
"Disappointed? Him?" I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Bree, between Dad and me, I'm the one who should be feeling disappointed. He set me up!"
"Uh-huh? But your face says otherwise. You were practically thanking Dad for setting you up because you got to see Valerian the hottie's d**k. So, what's to be disappointed about?" Sh
