LINUS BAI’S POV

“Arran already called,” Zelda insisted.

“What, he called you and not me,” I snapped at Zelda.

“You sound jealous,” she drawled, wiggling her brows.

“Why would I be jealous? And in any case, he is already whipped by Maurice,” I boasted.

“And what about you?”

I turned sideways and stared at her lips. “Your mouth is beautiful. Especially when it is wrapped around my c*ck.”

“Shut up,” she seethed, but ...