Zeke's POV
“What just happened?” I muttered. One minute I was being slapped across the face by my mate, and the next she's running away from me like I'm some plaguez while also yelling across her shoulders for me not to follow her.
What could I have done wrong in less than how many minutes of meeting her?
“Your reputation precedes you,” Zane said in a sarcastic tone, but I could still feel his hurt underneath. “Biggest playboy, and now mate doesn't want anything to do with us. Why would she? Community dick.”
I dragged my hand down my face, feeling totally helpless on what to do next. This is the most clueless I've felt in my life, I always know what to do, but nothing in my 24 years of existence prepared me for this moment.
“I think there's more to this, than me just being a playboy,”
