Aubrey’s pov ;
I turned around and faced Ryder, my eyes blazing with frustration. “What is your problem?” I demanded, my voice sharp.
He looked at me, his expression a mix of desperation and confusion, as if he was grasping for some explanation, but none came easily.
His gaze flickered as he tried to find his words. “The contract,” he finally said, almost like he was clinging to it. “Have you forgotten about it?”
I scoffed, crossing my arms. “No, Ryder, I haven’t forgotten. What does that have to do with anything?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly agitated, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for some kind of escape. “I don’t like it when you’re with another man. Why can’t you understand that?”
His words hung in the air between us, and I stared at him, completely baffled. “Why?” I shot back, my voice rising. “Why don’t you like it? What difference does it make to you?”