Chapter 120: Are You the One Who Calls the Shots?

"Who's this…?" Harold drew out the question, the curl of disdain at his mouth widening as he took Pierce Jackson in. White T-shirt, faded jeans, scuffed, yellowed sneakers, sun-darkened skin. He looked like a laborer straight off a construction site. How could a guy like that be worthy of Nancy Green? She's way out of his league. "I-" "My boyfriend, Pierce Jackson." Nancy beat him to it. She slipped her arm through Pierce's and leaned into him, as if she had never noticed the look that could...