"How many men are there?" he asked again, his voice a bit shaky now. “I know those men here last night are just the minority. How many have you opened your legs to?”
I pretended to count on my fingers. "Hmm, let me think..."
"HOW MANY?"
"Why does it matter?" I shrugged. "You have Bella and Sandra. I have... well, that's my business now, isn't it?"
My phone buzzed on the counter. Nathan's eyes snapped to it as a text preview appeared:
Still can't stop thinking about that night. When can I taste you again?
I grabbed the phone before Nathan could, but not before his face turned purple.
"Ian? Who the hell is that?" He roared. "You let a random man send you such degrading messages?"
"Oops," I said, not looking sorry at all. “Must have been one of them who got addicted to the taste of th
