Sherry's POV ( He brought a stripper home)

I couldn't believe Ryan brought a stripper to his house. I mean, what did he expect? That I'll get jealous? Well, he was right. I was jealous. But why? It's not like we were together or anything.

Then perhaps it was not jealousy at all. What I was feeling was anger towards him and his behavior.

"Sherry, can you bring us some drinks?" Ryan asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I tried to hide my emotions and put on a fake smile. "Sure thing."

As I walked to the kitchen, I could hear Ryan and Rose laughing and chatting on the couch. At first, I tried not to think anything of it, assuming they were just having a friendly conversation.

But as I continued to listen, I realised that their conversation had taken a flirty turn. They were teasing each other and making suggestive comments, and it made me feel uncomfortable. I couldn't help but wonder if they were crossing a line.

I debated whether to interrupt them or just let it go, but eventually, I decided to speak up. I walked into the living ro