MADISON
"Who is she and why is she here?" The girl inquired when I stood there, wordless and interrupting whatever was about to commence.
My cheeks turned crimson. "Caden?" I finally managed, my voice barely audible.
As the girl tilted her head, a perplexed expression graced her face, allowing me a closer view. She appeared older than the boy hovering over her half-naked form. "You didn't mention you had company." She complained in a way clearly meant to impress the jerk whose company was clearly the least valuable in the building.
"She's not staying with me," Caden responded gruffly, intertwining his fingers with hers.
A discomfiting warmth surged through my veins, and I shifted my gaze to the window, where a gentle breeze played with the curtains.
"Then who is she?" she persisted.
