POV Belial
"I told you a few drinks would be fine, and look, we're still standing," Carter tells me as we head towards my car. Suddenly, he points in the distance.
"Isn't that Ana?" he indicates.
I turn my head, thinking that perhaps Carter's eyesight is failing him, but when I notice it is Ana, my hands clench into fists.
"Oh, friend," Carter sighs. "I think they..."
They were getting cozy; she couldn't stop rubbing against his chest. Were they really just friends, or was she hiding something from me?
My legs react independently, and I'm behind them, trying to control my impulses, but they threaten to explode.
"Oh, Mr. Belial," she says when she notices me.
That's when he also turns to look at me.
"Why are you two together? Where are you going?" my voice was harsher than usual.
