“Did you choose to?” Tory demanded like she couldn’t believe anyone would fuck me willingly. I growled in anger at the accusation. Fucking Vega. “Yeah,” Darcy said, eyeing more of Geraldine’s drinks hopefully. “It’s not like I like him. It’s just sex.” Tory frowned as if she didn’t recognise her sister, and that was probably the harshest blow I could have dealt Darcy. I almost felt bad about it. Not quite though.
