paranoid self

Reina’s POV

I listened to Richard as he pleaded, rather too earnestly, for me to have known how much of a lying cheat he could be. I swerved to the side, before walking back into the room, from the balcony I had been leaning on.

“ I told you he isn't supposed to be believed. Not an iota of his words” Jackson chipped in, almost the same time that I had walked in.

He had clearly seen an opportunity, and he wasn't wasting any time in letting me know that he wanted me back. “ You startled me!” I had a hand on my chest, while walking in. My flip-flop making a sound on the checkered marble tiles.

“ I had to come,” he stood up, trying to hold me, but I flipped his hands away, almost absentmindedly. It wasn't clear to me why, but I didn't just feel comfortable with his hands all over my body.

I could feel itches, whenever he touched me, and I had to force a smile on my face all the time. It didn't boil down well with me.

“ Is something wrong?” He probed, his brows furrowed into an arch as