Angelic
“Janitor’s room,” Owen mouthed at me. He flashed an evil grin, and I almost choked in my food when Natasha saw it. Glaring at Owen, I kick his knee hard under the table and smiled at Natasha.
She didn’t smile back.
A c*****g eyebrow was all I got as her response. “So, Owen…” she muttered and lace her arms on Owen’s biceps. I saw it flexed when Owen moved away from her while staring at me. “I was thinking,” Natasha continued, noticing Owen’s stares at me. God, I wanted to make a facepalm.
“… my mother wants to know you more. I heard you’re interested in social functions?” she asked, smiling at him genuinely. Looking at Matthew who’s eyes dangerously looking at his sister but with a mischievous smile, I kick his foot under the table.
“What?” he c****d his head at me, glaring
