“You and I are nothing alike.” I nod in agreement on that when my eyes snag on something. A perfectly shaped red pair of lips are pressed against his neck, just barely visible past his collar. “Seriously? You couldn’t even wash off your whore’s lipstick before you picked me up?” I scoff. Asher looks in the rear view mirror, turning his head so he can see his neck before he shrugs. He is clearly unbothered. “Someone’s gotta suck my dick and I know it’s not gonna be you.”
