Chapter 42 Surrounded By Men

• Spencer stood beside Tiffanie, his frustration boiling over as he overheard the conversation. No matter how capable Brielle was, deep down, she was just cheating slut. "I think Brielle's miles better than Lillian. At least she's got substance."
• Tiffanie, pressing her ear against the door, ignored the darkening scowl on Spencer's face. Spencer's chest felt like it was about to explode. "Her? She's not even in Lillian's league, let alone mine."
• "Oh, come on. You sneak around with Lillian behind her back, and I've got my own parade of guys. We're all tarred with the same brush, aren't we?"