Chapter 0038

My scowl doesn’t stop her from twisting hair around her finger and giggling. “I can’t believe it. Mr. Gage Weston himself in my dorm room.”

“Yeah, Stella,” I grit, bitterly, wishing I had a fifth of whiskey in my hand. “Lucky you.”

“Oh, I’m not Stella,” she laughs, as if it was a wild assumption.