Rhea
I slammed my bedroom door shut behind me. The loud bang echoed through the room. "Who does he think he is?"
I turned around and glared at the innocent door as if Ryan was standing there.
Honestly. The audacity of that man. I threw my hands into the air and started pacing.
"What exactly was I supposed to do? Sit there and listen to them talk about how close they are all day?"
I stopped. Wait.
No. That wasn't the point. The point was that Ryan had followed me.
And demanded explanations as if I owed him one.
"What if she's known him for years?" I muttered. "What does that have to do with me?"
Absolutely nothing. So why was I still annoyed? Why did the image of Alessia casually touching his shoulder keep replaying in my head?
Why did I keep hearing her voice?
I ran both hands t
