“what did he say to her?”
“why did she smile at him?”
“And what is she thinking about?”
All these questions were roaming rent-free in my head with no answers.
My fists tightened subconsciously on their own.
I could kill to pry out what was in her mind.
“what game was Damien trying to play?” I whispered to myself.
He shouldn’t dare target or set his eyes on Olivia.
I wouldn’t mind dragging his ass to hell if he tries anything funny, I told myself.
Or maybe I’m overthinking it, they just exchanged pleasantries.
But why would the arrogant Alpha Damien spare Olivia another look, talk more of exchanging pleasantries?
She wasn’t the ideal beauty queen that turns heads everywhere she goes, but there was this unique charm about her that attracts people’s attention.
No… no… I have to hu
