Chapter 87 Jerk Anyway

• At Alan’s office, Alan adjusted his belt and straightened his shirt with a small sigh. "You done already?" Fredda, one of his side chicks, asked him as she trailed her hands over his chest. He turned to her with a warning stare. "You should stop and leave. My mom could come around here anytime soon."
• "So, she can't see me?" Fredda's face twisted into a small frown.
• "Yeah! You're not my woman, okay?" Alan replied firmly as he walked to the door and swung it open, signaling for her to leave. Fredda's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Are you for real, Alan?" she asked incredulously as she picked up her bag and adjusted her skirt.