Chapter 158 Late Night Logistics
- “With whose permission?” Ace asked, his voice low and cold like he was interrogating a runaway convict, not a grown-ass woman in six-inch heels and an unapologetically slutty dress.
- I blinked, stunned by the audacity. Excuse you?
- Before I could reply with something sharp and absolutely inappropriate, Megan sat up from his chest and calmly answered for me.