A stunning lady she was. Jet black silk hair combed in waves, body of a killer model. Tall and sexy like Gigi Hadid. I wasn't just jealous.
I was bitter.
I watched from the balcony, the two of them under the straw hatched roof house by the large pool.
They complemented each other greatly, like king and Queen and I felt like the lowly concubine.
My darn lack of a wolf made me unable to listen to their conversation from where I stood. They were looking deeply into each other's eyes, I doubt they could even notice my presence.
Wrong.
She looked up at my balcony and with speed of light, I pulled down the curtains.
My heart began racing, my back was placed against the glass as my different scenarios filled my head.
What was her reaction? I wish I could look. I wonder what she thought of
