Jasper Pov
“You wanna know, don’t you? Don’t youuuuu?” I sighed, annoyed by her presence, always near me now.
“No, I don’t care in the least. Go play with Satan, she probably misses you.” I said, making a shoo motion with my hands.
“That’s not a nice way to talk to your fiance, Jasper.” I looked up from the cash register, holding the nasty sticky bills in my hands. I raised my eyebrow at the girl, staring at her. She was fairly large, chewing on gum the way a starving person would chew on an elegant meal placed in front of them, pulling the end of it out of her mouth and twirling it on her finger before sticking it back into her mouth. That was probably why this money was so f*****g nasty.
“She’s not my fiance, she’s Satan’s toy,” I said to the girl, before flinging her nasty money
