RHYS’ POV
We had to separate from our kiss, but only because our lungs couldn’t keep up with our passion. The lights from the cameras that haggard us were a little disorienting – or maybe I felt that way because of our kiss? Either way, I needed to be free from these people who had nothing better to do than to gossip about other people’s lives, and into Denova’s warm embrace immediately.
Calvin walked up to us, his face ashen but his composure masking his pain. Through the questions thrown about by the reporters, he said, “Wow, Christian. You really out did yourself back there. If you had told me she was your girlfriend, I wouldn’t have tried so hard to win her.”
He had the audacity to wink at me and pat me on my back. I wanted to break his bones to dust. The way he talked about Denova
