“Did you think we wouldn’t find out about you following us or you ignoring our orders?” Bray questions, peering down at me and wagging his finger. “Jay texted us, naughty little Blair. The only reason your ass isn’t spanked raw is because of your mental breakdown.” “Bray,” Asher snaps, but I just laugh. “Well, I’m not breaking down now,” I purr, and Bray swallows. “Cyrus,” he whines. “She’s trying to fuck me, and I’m trying to be good like you said.”
