JACKSON
I glared at Sasha, wishing she was a guy so I could slam her head against the wall. Unfortunately, she was a woman and I didn't hit women who weren't targets. She leaned against the door frame, her eyes following Leah down the hall and a sly smirk on her face.
"Look at that cute little ass," she chuckled. "I thought you were a boobs guy?"
"What are you doing here, Sasha?"
She rolled her eyes. "You weren't picking my calls so I wanted to see if you were hiding from me or in trouble. Turns out you were sleeping with someone else. Is she at least good in bed?"
"That's none of your concern," I spat out. She was pushing her luck with me.
"She better be good if you ignored my calls for her." Her eyes squinted in mocking delight. "She's cute though. Since when did you start to lik
