Chapter 100: Fight for Real?

"Hey, pretty boy Dante, my girl is being bullied. Aren't you going to step in?" Sydney sashayed over, hips swaying, and hooked her arm through Dante Easton's, steering him toward Denise Mendes. He heard the commotion-just a low rumble of arguing-and didn't resist. Mostly because, with her arm looped through his, the right side of her chest kept nudging his shoulder. She wore a form-fitting, off-shoulder dress; a narrow line of cleavage peeked through, pressed tight by the fabric. The way it pressed,...