CINDY’S POV
And just like that, the real Vicky was back, and God help my eardrums.
“OH MY GOD, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” She screamed so loud I had to pull the phone from my ear. “TELL ME YOU’RE JOKIN’!”
I bit my lip, giggling like a teenager.
“I’m dead serious, babe. Slept at his hotel last night. And guess what? He asked me to be his while his d**k was inside me. How was I supposed to say no?”
“NAHHH, THAT’S THE CRAZIEST s**t I EVER HEARD! I LOVE THIS MAN ALREADY!”
I could hear her flailing, probably tripping over her bed, biting her lip like she does when we dish about hot guys.
“Damian Thorne just shattered every damn allegation. Boy’s a keeper!”
“You can say that again,” I murmured, my eyes flicking to him.
He caught me staring, scrunched his face suspiciously, like What are you sch
