Jealousy had a name, and it was Sophia.
She appeared like a ghost from John’s past at a downtown charity event we were attending .. tall, stunning, with legs that went on forever and a smile that screamed trouble. The way she touched John’s arm while laughing at some old memory made my stomach twist.
“John Larry,” she purred, ignoring me completely. “Still as delicious as ever. Remember that weekend in Miami? God, the things you did to me…”
John’s hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer. “Sophia. That was a long time ago. I’m with Lucy now. We’re engaged.”
But the damage was done. All night, her words echoed in my head. By the time we got home, the green-eyed monster had sunk its claws deep.
The second the door closed, I exploded.
“So that’s what your ‘past’ looks like?” I snap
