he’s often thrown my way. He purses his lips. Doesn’t feel so good, does it, prick? “Just tell me…did you have a thing with Annika?” “What the fuck? She’s like a fetus.” I narrow my eyes. “Why are you asking? You better not involve her in your stupid games or I’ll personally help Jeremy annihilate you.” My blood roars at the mere thought of that. I still haven’t even forgotten about Clara, and now he wants Annika. Nah, hell no. Fuck that. I’ll strangle the fuck out of him. “No, no,” he says in a bit of a rush. “She’s too young and I don’t… I don’t like anyone who’s barely legal.”
