Chapter 7 - Wyatt Hayes

Wyatt POV

I watch as Blake walks away from us, and I immediately pull my hands from Sandrine. This type of public display of affection is not my thing. I don’t need to pretend to enjoy her touch anymore. I know that this is a show for everyone, but I prefer to keep my distance from touching her. Sandrine furrows her brows as she follows my gaze and then crosses her arms in front of her voluptuous chest.

“Enjoying watching her? Aren’t you ashamed?” She says and I raise one eyebrow as I look at her and immediately her eyes soften as she takes a deep breath. “You could at least hide the drool on the corner of your mouth,” she says, and I can’t help but smirk at her remark.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Sandrine, and what were you thinking? Talking about our personal lives?” I say as I shove both my hands into my pants pockets and Sandrine looks down at her hands and then at me as she shrugs.

“I have to kill people’s idea that I am pregnant as if I would ever allow that to happen. T