TWENTY-TWO
Fluffing her hair, Roxie checked her appearance in her bedroom mirror.
“You look great,” Toria said. “You always look amazing.”
Jane squeezed her waist from behind. “If anyone can make Porter see sense, it’s you.”
“s*x was my fallback position when we argued… I always won with sex.”
Toria pulled her dress down to reveal more of her chest. “Make sure these girls say hello,” she said. “Does Zairn know your fallback?”
“Zairn doesn’t even know Porter’s coming over,” Roxie said, adjusting her boobs in her b*a. “I’m not going to have s*x with Porter. He’s too in his own head at the moment, it would be awful.”
“That’s why you’re not doing it?” Toria asked. “Not because you have a gorgeous billionaire crazy for you?”
“Z and I are… complicated.”
Whose expectations was she trying
