Chapter 18 The Wanker

CLYVE

SHOCK, Westley rooted in her spot wearing a horror look on her face, and those blue eyes were enormous.

I shifted my gaze to where her eyes pinned at—a bloke with a well-tailored gray suit and slick back dark hair. They were wearing the same look on their faces.

Don’t tell me this is the wanker ex of hers?

His look seemingly fancy to be with Westley, but she could have better men at her disposal than this wanker. I was a little bit taller than him,...