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"Or would you like it?" he smirks. Yeah, that's enough.
"No, she wouldn't like it," I glare at him.
"Oh," he draws out the word, "I see what this is."
"She'syour sister," he nods like it's obvious. First of all, the fucker knows we're not related, we look absolutelynothingalike.
Lilah laughs. She thinks he's joking. Her common sense is shit but at least she's school-smart.
"Yeah, you think that," Abby speaks up sarcastically, "'til they fuck each other like rabbits."
My eyes widen a bit. I don't think I've ever heard Abby talk like that. Azalea's mouth opens a bit but she's still smiling. The guy's face in front of us falls.
It makes me wonder what all Lilah has told Abby. About the things we do. Together. In bed. And how often we do those things.
Apparently, we fuck like rabbits though.
We've got good stamina.
"Is that all?" Abby questions him. He opens his mouth then closes it again before sauntering away.
The two girls lead the way to their room in front of Roman and I.
"They really talk about that stuff?" Roman asks. I can't even begin to imagine what all Azalea has told Abby.
"I guess since Abby knows we fuck like rabbits," I sigh.
"Darling!" Lilah calls from in front of me, "Walk a little faster please."
"Yes, ma'am," I pick up my pace.
"Yes, ma'am," Roman mocks me quietly and I shoot him a glare to which he chuckles.
"Rome, step on the back of my shoe one more time and see what happens," Abby warns him.
"Sorry, hon'," he mumbles.
"Sorry, hon'," I mock him. Lilah opens the door to their room and she places the few things she's able to carry on her bed. I sit down the things I was carrying.
Over the next couple of hours, Azalea fixes up her bed. I do everything else in the damn room. She lays on the bed watching me as I finish up putting her clothes in drawers.
Roman and Abby havebeendone because they workedtogether.
I pull out my wallet and hold up the platinum bank card for her to see.
"On this is however much you need. It's linked with my bank account, okay? So whatever you need, you use this to get it," I pick up her purse and place the card in a space in her wallet, then I show her where I put it.
"You don't have to do that," she tells me softly, "I have the money that Mr. Terrip left me."
"You don't want it, I'll take it," Abby speaks up from the other side of the room.
"That fucker beside you makes 750,000 dollars a year, he can get you whatever the fuck you want," I point at Roman.
"You make 750k a year?" Azalea gasps.
"Don't look at me, ask Grey how much he makes," he nods to me. I'm well off, I guess.
"Well, he told me one time. He said he made 24k year," she mumbles. Her common sense, seriously, nearly zero percent.
