I had no right to be jealous, right? I mean, I had a right to be jealous, but damn, she was so good-looking and pretty. And from the way she was dressed, she must be expensive too.
I shook my head. If I had known he was going to bring someone like her, I shouldn't have agreed to come here in the first place. It's fine. I'm just doing it for the money. All about the money. Nothing else. Whatever it was that they had going on was none of my f*****g business. God, that man was something else.
I looked around at the food that had been arranged on the table nearby, but I wasn't really interested in eating anymore. My mind kept drifting back to what I had seen. What could they possibly be doing together right now in a locked room? I hate this feeling. I hate men. With that, I eventually drif
