Twenty two

ROWAN•

I couldn’t help glare at the phone, still seething from the message that popped up, it feels like dark a part of my mind wanted to delete the message, and I would have never seen that shit.

Now I was pissed off, and the black coffee I enjoyed tasted more bitter and tasteless than it should.

It didn’t take long before I heard the Christmas room door open, and she came back to the kitchen with the tablets. “Sorry about that,” she uttered.

She went to the fridge to grab for a bottle of water before she took the vitamins. Yes, my eyes may have shamelessly looked at her body more than I should have.

I enjoyed three seconds of it before the message popped into my head again. She had a boyfriend all this time, damn it.

It can only mean he may be in on it. And they were trying to play me.

I heard the chair shift as Emma sat right down and sipped on her coffee.

Her eyes traveled to her phone when she too noticed a notification on the screen. “The hell,” she whispered, a frown etched