The Receptionist Is A Vicious Heiress
Language: en
A Christmas yacht party. Dean's "Girl-Bro" had just lost a round of high-stakes truth-or-dare and was down to a string bikini. This was Skylar Wells, the girl who usually slammed tequila shots and swore like a sailor, now dramatically clutching her chest, tears streaming down her perfectly contoured cheeks. Dean wrapped Skylar in his own bespoke cashmere overcoat, then laughed, a casual, dismissive sound as he pushed me toward the circle of trust fund brats. "What's the fun in watching the guys strip when you can watch the little ingénue type do it?" Huddled in Dean's embrace, Skylar…