“You’re not Keene. So you must be the boy toy.”
My eyes narrowed. “Pardon?”
“Well, look at what she has here.” She inspected me from head to toe, then crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her finger on chin. “I know my sister. She used to have men in her life all at one time, and I admire how she easily lures men into her bed, just like what she did to my fiancé.”
Oh, the evil sister.
My expression turned into a stone at how she thought of Westley so low. I already crossed my arms over my chest, towered her, and clenched my jaw hard not to give her the satisfaction she wanted.
“What have you seen in her? She has nothing other than her what? Her body?”
“Look, woman. You don’t have to say s**t because I don’t know you, and I don’t know what you will get with this nonsensical conv
