Verena
The sound of something crashing was followed by a hard kick on the door. At first, I had thought that it was Nina’s toxic Russian boyfriend whom Jana always gossiped about until Kian’s angry voice touched my ears.
“Come out and face me instead. Stop trying too hard to make me jealous because I am not. Having s*x with my uncle while I am here, doing disgusting things to him under the table just to prove a f*****g point to me isn't going to work on me—” He shouted.
As I pulled my jeans up, my lips parted in shock and I struggled to wrap my head around the fact that while I had s*x with Daxton, Kian was at the door listening.
What the actual f**k.
Mortification slipped through my features, my gaze coasting over to Daxton who now leaned against the edge of the table, a knife r
