Chapter 8 The Meet-Up

I swallowed hard, not looking away from his heating gaze. I wasn't going to back down and show any form of weakness.

"What do you mean by why?"

I asked. His grip tightened, pulling me closer to him. I visibly tensed up- our closeness took away all my rebellion.

"What I mean Kathryn is, what the fuck are you doing with him?"

He hissed this time, doing away with his calm approach.

He thinks he owns me, I see. His guts angered me beyond control. Underneath all my anger was confusion.

Confusion as to why he even cared in the first place- he didn't want me and now that someone does or more like he thinks someone does it's a problem?

My anger turned into irritation. "Why the hell do you care?"

I replied, hiding my anger. His eyes darkened, nostrils flared and his grip tightened.

I was trying soo hard to ignore the torturous scent of his cologne- the one that had my knees weakening every damn time.