Just as she turned back to the party, Clover slid into the chair Theo had just vacated, her presence as unwelcome as it was predictable. She wore a striking red one-piece swimsuit, the plunging neckline and high-cut sides leaving little to the imagination. It was clear she was dressed for the water—and for attention.
Savannah met her gaze coolly, already bracing for whatever venom Clover was about to spit.
“Enjoying Theo?” Clover asked, her tone laced with saccharine sweetness.
“Yes,” Savannah replied simply, her expression unreadable.
Clover’s eyes narrowed slightly before a smirk tugged at her lips. “I almost didn’t recognize you with this new look. But then I remembered—Juan Pablo told me you were one of his whores. Seems like you’re playing the role rather well.”
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