DAMIEN POV
Jealousy?
I wasn't jealous.
This was what I have been telling myself ever since Cheryl told me that she was going on a date.
And it was true. I wasn't jealous. I was mad.
Mad at the man who dared to ask Cheryl out on a date.
Mad at Cheryl for even accepting to go.
And most importantly, mad at myself for being mad.
Does that even make sense?
I wish it did 'cause I'm yet to understand this nerve-wracking emotion blindsiding me.
Is it f****d up how I think of Cheryl as my possession? Yes!
Do I give a f**k? No.
Is the depravity of my thoughts going to stop me from thinking of her as mine?... No!
I guess it's because I have gone far down this road to actually give a f**k.
Maybe that's why I'm currently spying on them from the VIP section up
