ARI'S POINT OF VIEW
I leaned back on my chair, letting the soft hum of the air conditioner fill the room. Wendy sat across from me on the couch, legs crossed, sipping her tea like she owned my living room. I was supposed to be relaxing, but my mind was still spinning from the events of the last few days. Derek being my bodyguard. Adrian sulking like a little boy who didn’t get his way. Maxine acting like a rebellious teenager even when I had made it clear what she could and could not do in my house. Honestly, I was exhausted.
“So he’s jealous,” Wendy said with a teasing smile, waving her hand in the air like it was obvious to everyone but me.
I rolled my eyes. “Wendy, I don’t care. I really don’t. I’ve been through too much to start thinking about why a man is angry at me.”
She frowned
