Her jaw clenched angrily, not that I cared. I took a step closer to her. “Why do you dislike me so much, Lisa?” The few times I’ve met her, she has done nothing but talk sire down on me.
“Hate you?!” She threw her head backward and laughed forcefully. “I don’t hate you, Clara.”
“Maybe,” I argued, “but you hate the idea of me and Damien together.”
Her lips pressed with anger, and her eyes which were once taunting and sly darkened instantly. “I don’t have to hate you because you captured Damien’s attention momentarily, I’m certain it’s not going to last.”
I’m not even in a relationship with Damien and she feels this way, what happens if we get into an actual relationship? “You like Damien,” I pointed out factly, “I get that, but you need to chill the f**k out. Don’t make any woman that c
