Up in Smoke

  “You wanna know what the really fucked-up part is?” I sigh. “You’re still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  You’re still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

  I’ll give it to her. Frankie’s not as much of a shit actress as I may have thought. She’s good enough to have me believing for half a second that she might even mean it. But it’s a trick. I know it is. I ain’t falling for it. I will not be manipulated.

  Not by her. Not by anyone.

  Fucking, hellion.

  Fucking sweet tits, fat lips, curvy hips, high-rounded ass, and fakest fucking smile I’ve ever seen.