I stared at the car. My lips twitched.
For a second, I thought about it.
Just a second.
But then I heard it.
Whispers.
“She’s really getting into a Rolls-Royce?”
“Is that her boyfriend?”
“Is she playing hard to get with such a rich man?”
“Tsk… she must’ve sold her body.”
Their words cut into me like small, sharp knives.
I stepped back, raising my guard.
No way.
I wasn’t giving them a reason to run their mouths more than they already did.
A young girl in a tight blouse walked up to the car and tried to peek inside.
The driver shot her a deadly glare. “Back off,” he said.
She yelped and backed away quickly.
I turned my eyes back to Dominic. He was now lowering his own window, staring at me from the back seat.
His face was unreadable.
The bus finally pulled up, honking once.
