CINDY’S POV
She gasped, smacking the table lightly this time, our lattes wobbling but not spilling.
“Girl, you messin’ with me! That annoying-ass kid turned out fine as hell?”
“Fine doesn’t cover it.” I shook my head, my grin spreading wider as I pictured Damian’s sharp jawline and lazy smirk.
Vicky squealed, leaning forward so fast her hoop earrings swung like pendulums.
“Hold up, hold up! You got this man out here playin’ prince charming, and you ain’t warned me? I need visuals, Cindy!”
I leaned closer, a sly grin tugging at my lips as I cradled my espresso, the cup’s warmth seeping into my palms.
“Girl, he’s pure trouble…tall, wicked smirk and dark, smoldering eyes that make you wanna lose your damn mind. And you should’ve seen Hen-Prick’s face when he clocked him.”
Vicky’s eyes
