Grace’s POV
“How was your dinner date?” Rohan was leaning against the locker next to mine with a broad smile.
“Oh, Jesus!” I clasped at my chest jumping in shock, I didn’t see him.
“You can’t go around creeping up on people like that” I hissed slamming my locker in anger.
“How was your date?” Rohan repeated pushing away from the locker “I texted you by 12 am till 3 am and got no replies when you were f*****g online and you read all of my messages. Did you sleepover at his? Did you want him to take you home so you could relieve all the fantasies in your head? Where were you, damnit?” he grabbed my hands and shoved me to the wall. “I am talking to you, Grace” he fumed.
“I have no obligation to answer any of your questions because the last time I checked, you’re neither my husband, my
