Jealousy and anger

KING ARLO'S POV

Constantly pacing the grounds of my suite couldn’t wear it off quickly but I just couldn't bring myself to stand still. Nervous as hell, pissed as crazy, and impatient as fuck, all I could do was pace and entertain these agonizing thoughts that increased my anxiety and anger.

The drink in my hand was the only way I could chill my nerves, and try not to lose my fucking mind.

Glancing at my wristwatch again, I let out another guttural cuss. What the fuck was taking her so long?! It's been an hour already.

Emptying the glass in my hand was a huge, irreparable mistake and now there is nothing to calm me down.

I placed the glass on the small table and slumped on the couch, throwing my head back and shutting my eyes. Maybe this would help.

And it did, just for a few seconds, and then I was back on my feet, pacing again.

It's been three days since we arrived here in New Haven. We decided to lodge in one of the fanciest hotels in town. Jordy and I were still f