CHAPTER 13

Mark My lips twitched as I eyed a very keyed up Sutton. Her nostrils were slightly flaring, and her chest was heaving. I had no idea what the intrusion was about, but a part of me was happy that she was there. And I had no interest in analyzing how fucked up that was. It had been fifteen minutes since we first arrived. I was anxious to hear what had put her in such a state. But Sutton was so damn beautiful when she was angry that I hesitated to change that state. “Bethany the Bitch has...