Who's that guy

Getting out of the penthouse was easy. Once I ignored the looks I got from the other residents.

The hard part was walking home, all the way across town in only a shirt and a pair of heels.

"I officially hate Wednesday nights," I said to myself.

Plus, my feet were killing me, and hitching a ride was not an option.

When I got home, I walked in on Cooper twerking and my sister cheering him on.

"And where have you been?" Jenna stopped to look at me.

"Nowhere."

"Nowhere? Jordan, I was worried about you last night. The way you just vanished made me think someone took you."

"Whose shirt is that?" Jenna quizzed.

"I was in bed with another rich fuck. But at least this time his dick was incredible."

"My God, you are a serial one-night stander," Cooper said.

"That is not a thing."

"It is now your thing. You have to be careful, you wouldn't want another Cameron around. Or omg, what if he set that guy up on you?"