Zopia's POV
"Impossible. Asher doesn't like me," I said, peeking at Asher. Omar gripped my wrist to press my hand tighter on his forehead, "wipe my blood. Don't look at him. You are mine."
I'm not anyone's i***t. I cursed him inside. But considering he got injured for protecting me, I let him and wiped his blood carefully.
"Enough." he smiled wickedly when I didn't finish but was suddenly shoved away by him.
I stumbled back off my guard and nearly tripped down on my legs. He rudely grabbed the handkerchief from me and wiped himself casually.
I looked back, not surprised that Asher had already left. What Omar was doing to me was more like competing against Asher.
Suppressing the uncomfortable feeling of being exploited by him, I said to Omar, "please don't use me to try to piss Asher
