–Livana–
Alyssa gasped, theatrically covering her mouth like she was in a bad soap opera.
"How do you know that?" she asked, her voice laced with giddy curiosity. She wanted in—wanted to be a part of the scandal. Of course she did. That's her kind of thrill: playing innocent while feasting on gossip.
"So? Is she?" Tyrona sneered, arms crossed. "What took you so long to get pregnant? Weren't you already screwing him while you were still engaged?"
I tilted my head and offered a coy smile. "Well, the condom broke." I shrugged. "And what do you care, Tyrona? I'm married, remember?"
I tugged gently on Choco's leash. Alejandro crouched slightly, trying to coax him, but Choco growled low—deep, territorial, protective. On alert.
"Your dog? Can't you tame it?" Alejandro snapped.
"He's tamed," I said smoothly, brushing imaginary lint from my oversized shirt. "He just has excellent instincts when it comes to sniffing out ill-intentioned bastards."
