Porchia’s POV
“Alvin, you don’t need to call me when you are with your girlfriend,” I said. My face crumpled. I don’t get it. “Isn’t she jealous?” I asked, raising my right brow. I doubt it if she is not. I pouted my lips while waiting for his answer. Alvin is wearing his work uniform, a blue long sleeves paired with his black slacks and shoes.
From a glance he stared at me, “She is not. She knew about you and Patrick, Porchia. Why would she? I already told her that you are my baby sister,” he answered, smiling. He messed my hair. I groaned and pushed his hands away from me.
“Baby sister, Annie will get jealous if she heard about what you said.’’
His lips pursed, and pull me closer to him. He wrapped his hands over my shoulders. He leans his head above my head, I rolled my eyes.
“What
