Megan’s POV
“Zac,” I called to the man who was kissing a young girl.
The young girl who was on his lap immediately turned her head and looked at me in confusion. She was probably wondering who I was and what my relationship with Zac was.
“Go away,” Zac ordered her. Before leaving, she buttoned up her shirt and straightened her hair, which was a little messy.
After she left the room, I quickly closed the door. When I turned around, I saw Zac lighting his cigarette.
“Young girl again? Are you hypersex?” I asked, a little jealous.
“She’s the girl who just came in this morning. That’s the rule. I don’t want to talk about it. What’s going on?” Zac asked, puffing cigarette smoke into the air.
Ah, he was so sexy.
“I want to ask something from you,” I said as I walked tow
