Rae turned to me, darting hard scowls at me, as if I had been the one who had thrown insults at her. "Ivan, who's this idiot?" she asked.

I knew I could easily ignore her question, but I felt a bit obliged to give her an answer. Frustrated, I ran my palm through my face, turned to Tanya, and sighed out loud.

"Why are you here? Thought I asked you to not come here ever again," I marked out.

She chuckled. That sinister chuckle. "Excuse me?" Her eyebrow corked at me. "Um, don't tell me you're trying to defend her. Dude, she's just your mistress. I'm the main woman here."...