Chapter 17 Seventeen: Tristan
- My hand balls into a shaking fist as I look around and realize every man in the place is staring at her. Ogling that hot little tush and adjusting themselves.
- “Damn, is that really Amarie’s kid?” one of them says to his friend, smacking his lips. “She grew up nice.”
- “Jesus, you’re not kidding. Too bad she isn’t poor or I’d be shelling out six figures for a ride of that.”