Greta's POV
I didn't know why I was crying, but I was, and Demien was patiently holding me to his chest. I had hit him several times but he held me still.
“I am sorry Princess. I didn't mean to set you off. I was just teasing you,” Demien said repeatedly but I couldn't stop myself from crying.
I had felt shocked when I entered his workspace to see the nude girl in front of him. He had been so wrapped up in looking at the nude girl that he had not even bothered to spare me a glance.
I had felt jealous. I was jealous because of the level of attention he had given her and the way her full breasts and pointed n*****s bounced with each movement. I was sure that there was no man alive capable of resisting that amount of seduction.
I had lectured myself severally before he came out of hi
