Riley’s pov

The door clicked shut behind him and I was alone.

I stood frozen, my mind still reeling from his words.

I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom to change. If I was going to some family reunion as his girlfriend, I needed to look like it.

Twenty minutes later, I stepped out with my makeup done, wig on, and a fitted dress that hugged every curve, a dress I brought if I ever needed to dress like a girl.

Zavi was waiting by the door, his eyes swept over me.

“I think I like you dressed as a girl, because I don’t see any difference.” He...