Chapter 4
Lyra's Pov.
“What the f**k!?” My head snapped towards Frank and he really looked at me, as if he hadn't just said something really ridiculous.
His eyes were locked on mine, that smug expression plastered across his face like he owned the whole damn room…oh wait, it's his house.
I could feel my pulse kicking up a notch just from the way he was staring.
“Frank…I mean…” David started, his voice trailing off awkwardly, like he was trying to smooth over the tension but knew it was pointless.
“What?” Frank cut him off sharply, not even bothering to glance at David.
He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, and shifted his gaze from me to Brittany, then back to me again.
“We could have met outside and f****d each other, it's not like we are blood related.” H
