Cheryl
I hate that Kingsley wears a shirt with the word "SECURITY" plastered across it, like I’m some foreign princess in need of protection. We’re in the middle of a mall, for God’s sake. Nothing screams, Look at me! louder than an obvious bodyguard. But, of course, Mr. Han doesn’t listen to me.
And then there’s Chris, walking ahead of me like his job depends on preventing me from even tripping.
I turned to Anna, who was rambling about Professor King again.
“Remind me how you got him to f**k you?” I asked, still genuinely baffled that their relationship was not only intact but thriving—even while living in different states.
Even more shocking? Anna was staying loyal to him.
I needed to know her secret. Maybe I could use it to finally get Mr. Han to f**k me too.
Anna smirked. “I st
