Chapter 53 He Fucked Up
- “Shimma.” I turned, my brows furrowed as my eyes landed on him—Blake.
- I didn’t fail to notice a lady who held hands with him. She had dark brown hair, and her black long dress hugged her in the right places. She didn’t just look pretty; she seemed elegant, like she was from a rich background. Who was she to him?
- “Hey,” I said, forcing a smile as he approached me.