Chapter 60

• When our eyes met, I looked away. My mind drifted to him fucking Valentina. I scoffed in annoyance. He is nothing but a Playboy. I don't even like him.
• You don't even like him but you are drooling over him seconds ago.
• A tiny voice spoke in my head. I thought it was Sabrina though. But it wasn't my wolf. It was my subconscious mind. I didn't drool over him. I was just looking at him. I saw some girls giggling and flaunting their bodies at him. Gross! Whores! I know he would fuck them just like how he had done to Valentina. But the thought of it makes me want to rip their hair off their scalp. I am not getting jealous at all. Do I look like I am getting jealous like this?