Striding confidently with his usual dark suit and serious expression, he looked pretty hot. “Let’s go,” was the first thing he said when he reached our table.
Not sparing a look at Brent or recognizing his presence, he was completely being rude. Nonetheless, I stood up and went to his side, and he automatically wrapped his arm around my waist.
As he was about to take a step, I kept my feet planted on that spot. He turned to me with his eyebrow arched. “I’d like you to meet my friend, Brent,” I said, motioning my hand at where he still sat.
The look on Luther’s face was pure annoyance nevertheless, he looked at Brent and offer a curt nod.
Satisfied with his reaction, I placed my hand on Luther’s chest. “And this is my boyfriend, Luther,” I said, forming a satisfied smirk on Luther’s fa
