Samantha
“Nat,” I called out as I stepped off of the elevator. She turned and smiled at me. Every man in the vicinity stared at her.
I smirked. She was extremely gorgeous. Her long blonde hair was slicked back. She had on a fitted blue sweater dress with white leggings and white snow boots with gray and white faux fur on the top. She had no makeup on. Her skin was flawless and she glowed.
“Hello, short cake.”
I rolled my eyes. She’s been calling me that since I moved in with them when I was seventeen.
“Hey, string bean.”
She threw back her head and laughed. I looked around and the men that were staring smiled.
“Everywhere you go, men fall in love with you,” I said. Not an ounce of jealousy in my tone just telling the truth.
“I can’t help that. I was blessed with good loo
