38. Stealing Her

Eve frowned. Why was Troy laughing at her? “Stop laughing at me, Troy.”

Reginald froze, shit, she thought he was her husband. He had to leave, quickly.

He had planned on leaving her on her bed and going but she held on to him and he couldn’t make himself let go. Being called Troy was his cue to go, though.

Placing pillows under her head and tucking her in he kissed her forehead and left. 

As he drove out of her gate, he checked the time. ‘Oh good, it would be lunch time,’ he should probably call his best friend. He connected the Bluetooth on his rental to his phone and dialled his best friend.

“Reg! How is the motherland?”

“Dude... last time I checked my motherland was continental Europe.”

Gerald snorted. “I know but you are in the birthplace of some of the finest ass I have ever seen. So, rumour has it that you’ve fallen in love with your high school enemy. Rumour has it that she is smoking hot now.”

“Rumour is just rumour.”