HARLEM
"I don't like him." I'm too occupied staring at the ethereal glory of the reception hall but I hear him anyway. Clearly. My head snaps to Zeke Andreal Tamrin.
"What?" We stop in the middle of the bustling room and I turn to him.
"You heard me Har." He states.
My brows go up and I tilt my head up to look at him. "You're joking right? Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe he just gives off the vibe of someone who would break your heart and leave you out to dry any day." He says shrugging like he knows it all. Ugh, older brothers.
I chuckle, but nothing's funny. "Zeke, I'm sure you would know. You've broken a million girls' hearts; I'm not surprised you expect to reap what you sow, but how about not with me? We're not even dating, Zeke; he's just my plus one AND my boss. I have no idea why you're taking it so deep. Be like Mom and Zo." I bring out the big guns.
