[randy]
I kept glancing at my reflection on the elevator’s wall. I wanted to look good in front of Thorne’s dad. Although I come from a broken family, I want him to know that I embody decency.
I gulped when Thorne glanced at me with sharp stares. His jaw clenched. “You’re not trying to get my father’s attention, do you?” he asked seriously.
I raised a brow at him. “What are you saying? I’m just fixing my coat—”
“Oh, so, now, you think dad is hotter than me?” Thorne scoffed. My brows furrowed. “What!? I mean, Mr. Tyrone was hot—”
“f**k!” Thorne stomped his foot on the ground. He clenched his fist. He closed the gap between us and held my shoulders. “Are you insane? You’re choosing my father rather than me!?” his voice raised. I clicked my tongue. I pushed Thorne away.
“You are crazy
