… What the f—
That, right there, was yet another example of why Renee does not want to speak to them on the regular.
Answers were definitive. Ammunition even!
Not having one was the epitome of a disaster. As if this life wasn’t already.
But seriously? Fvck Bruce. Fvck him!
No one else knew about what she said and would report back to these people. Gods! That was how many months ago?
Wh0ring around… that’s all they’d ever thought.
Renee looked down at her dress as the low light in the room hissed secrets it would surely tease Jason with. This damn dress told them a story without words. And while there might be a time where she belonged on her back, it sure as sh!t wasn’t going to be with someone who didn’t actually want her.
“It’s pronounced, demon,” Jason replied coolly, as
