Me: "..."
Damn.
Is this tea for real? George really is a player, huh?
But seriously, Ronald met him just this morning, and by night he already knows George cycles through girlfriends like socks—ten a month? Yet somehow he didn’t dig far enough to find out that the so-called ‘pretty boy’ I’m involved with is actually my cousin?
And with how he nitpicks every word I say and acts like he’s got something to prove—if I didn’t know better and know he doesn’t want me back, I’d think he was jealous as hell.
I let out a half-laugh, half-snort. "Why do you care if he can make me happy? If you're so worried about who I end up with, why don’t I just pick someone you trust? Like Nicholas?"
"Come to think of it, yeah, he’s a bit wild, but he runs his own company, and it's doing prett
