23. Jealousy

DELSANRA

He shouldn’t have come here, since morning, the women who have been coming in have been eyeing him up like he was a piece of meat. To begin with, I thought it was amusing because usually only women are perved at in this manner. But after about the fifth woman, I’d had enough.

It became irritating and the way he’d talk to them, take their orders, and flash them those sexy smiles of his. I didn’t miss some of the comments in passing as they asked him for his number, gave him theirs, or simply talked about him. Some women kept ordering things just so they wouldn’t have to leave, and it was just building up inside of me.

Now he was over there, I didn’t miss how that gorgeous blonde leaned closer to him, whispering something suggestively, or the way Rayhan looked down at her, obviously paying attention to what she was saying.

That was his type, the type of woman he deserved, not someone riddled with physical and mental scars. But why did I even ca