EVERETT’S POV
I was fuming. Steam-pouring-out-of-my-ears, stomach-aching, chest-heaving, fuming!
It was definitely not the sharp, fleeting kind that burned out as quickly as it flared. This one was deep, seeping into every crevice of my being like acid corrosion.
It was the kind that made my jaw ache from clenching and my hands curl into fists without conscious thought.
I stormed out of the side room minutes after Anyta followed the man out, pulse roaring in my ears.
I’d lost control with her, again. The second time.
What is f*****g wrong with me?!
There was really nothing special about her, besides the obvious fact that her body had changed, in a way that I appreciated far more than I wanted to.
But there were so many other women like that, so many who would fall on my feet at the
