Cheryl
“I think your boobs are going to fall out of your dress,” Anna said, her voice laced with genuine concern. Her eyes, however, remained glued to my chest.
I rolled my eyes. “Can you stop staring at my boobs for one second? Seriously.”
“Sorry, but I’m worried!” she replied with a smirk.
I sighed, turning my attention back to my drink. I swirled the liquid in the glass, resting my head on my propped-up hand. Around us, the room buzzed with laughter and conversation, couples enjoying their night together. Meanwhile, Anna and I sat at our table like two misfits sulking in the corner.
“Why are you so grumpy? Because Mr. Daddy Han refused to f**k you?” Anna teased, her voice low but her grin wide.
I gasped, my eyes darting around in horror. “Anna! Are you insane? Don’t say that out l
