Denver.
After Zee left, I turned my attention back to Blake, who was still pretending to be upset.
My eyes roamed her skinny frame, and she looked like a troublesome storm clothed in fancy costumes. One look at her and you could tell she was dangerous, dramatic, and damn loud.
"What's up?" I asked, not moving from the wall where I was resting my back.
"I should be asking you that," she retorted. "What were you doing here with that fat, ugly thing? Zee is a nobody, and she shouldn't be seen with my man," she ranted, folding her arms across her chest.
I arched a brow. That attitude of hers, spoiled, fiery, should’ve annoyed me. But somehow, it just made her more interesting.
The urge to pull out a cigarette to light up was strong, but I fought against it.
"Your man?" I asked, chuckl
