I blinked at her words.
"If it's a matter of choosing, I don't think it's up for debate. Sly loves me. Everyone knows about that." I fold my arms, and glared at her, "if you know what's good for you, you will take your trashy body out of here.
No one wants you here."
"Where is Sly? Why are you speaking for him? Call him—"
"Why won't he speak for him? As the owner of the house, don't you think he has a say in who comes into his matrimonial home?" Pop said as she stood next to me.
She mirrored my stance By folding her arms.
"And who do you think you are?" Kira laughed. "Where is Sly? Why are you two here?
Call him, let him come and solve this." She smirked, "The joke will be on you when he comes out, and demand you let me in."
"Oh my," I place a hand on my mouth.
"The jokes on you, bitch." Pop scoffed, "it will be better for you to take your disgusting body out of here, to avoid more embarrassment."
"Do you—"
