Was He Going To Kiss Her?

“And I don't care if we have anything or not. You are mine and I won't be so kind when next he holds your hand that intimately.”

“Ho..how do you know?”

“Doesn't matter how I know. Just stop seeing him. I saw how he looked at you.”

“How?”

“Like he couldn't wait to have you in his bed. Bastard.”

Her face grew red like ripe tomatoes. How could he be so blunt? And how dare he speak about Nick. Nick is nothing like him. He isn't a coward nor does he say mean things to her. He was nice and a better option. He was in no place to speak about him in such a way.

“You are in no place to speak about Nick. He's far better than you. Way better. Besides, it's my life. You can't tell me what to do with it.”

“So you like him then? Just because he speaks to you nicely or what.”

“At least he speaks nicely. Don't speak about him. You have no right.”

“What are you going to do if I keep speaking about him?”

“Just stop already and let go of me or I'll bite you,” Izabelle threatened.

“Try it.”

She glared a