Chapter 18 Untrustworthy

• ~Sonya~
• I lean back in the armchair and place my left leg over my right knee. I cross my fingers on my lap and look at the couple in front of me. I swear this chick is familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on how or why. The guy is sex wrapped up in a package that I would love nothing more than to pull apart. I have a feeling that if I were to try it, she’d rip my head off. “How do you even know about me anyway?”
• “Does that matter?” I smirk at Ivan.