Chapter 42—

Zheme sat on the couch in his office, sandwiched between Lexie's brothers. They were more annoying than Lexie herself and quite bold with their inquisition. He couldn't believe Lexie was cruel enough to leave him with them, even if she was at the other side of the room with her parents. They were killing him...killing him with questions. "How old are you again?" Zheme glared over at Casper, the youngest of the three. "I'm twenty thre—" "We don't care about his age Casper, what we want to know is how he managed to take Lexie away from Mark." Andrew... Zheme now knew him to be the biggest idiot of the three despite his age. "Again, that is none of your business." Andrew swung an arm over Zheme's shoulder, pulling him close enough to whisper. "Come on, Lexie was head over heels for Mark and then she so suddenly left him for you?" Andrew shook his head in disbelief. "What do you have that Mark lacks?" Zheme shrugged his shoulders, a tiny smirk lifting the left corner of his lips. "The look