When you want to hate her…
PEACH
Bentley was going to die. I could not believe this.
Lemon blinked back at me, her stupid sweet expression making me clamp my jaw shut in frustration.
Why did it have to be her? I didn’t even want to be here, and now I had to suffer through this with her. That Goddess b***h had to be punishing me at this point. I knew I was marrying and mating way above my class, but come on.
“We’re not sisters,” Lemon recovered and told the masseuse with a smile. Her cheeriness didn’t fool me, though. I saw the discomfort on her face. “We just have a mutual acquaintance.”
“Yea,” I agreed. I raised my eyebrow, waiting to see what she would do.
“Well, I guess that makes this a little less odd, then, huh?” the other masseuse said obliviously. “It’s like a friend mass
