Page 104 of Kiss the Villain

Me.

There’s been a sudden irrational burn in my chest since I walked in, and I can’t look away. I watch as the motherfucker—who was so sick his moms nursed him back to health like a goddamn baby—leans forward, his expression calm, collected. It’s like he’s not even noticing how the woman is practically hanging on to his every word.

If she doesn’t stop looking at him likethat, we’ll have a serious fucking problem. Like an unidentifiable dead body.

Fuck. Why do I even care who he meets and how they look at him? Or how he speaks so low, I can’t hear anything.

I throw open my notebook and slide my pen back and forth so I don’t start biting my goddamn fingers.

Because he hasn’t looked away from her.

Not even once.

I pull out my phone and click on the conversation with him.

Me

What’s the meaning of this?

He picks up his phone from the table, glances at it, without a change in expression, then puts it back down—on its face.

That motherfucker?—

I release a long breath. It doesn’t matter.Hedoesn’t matter, and the womandefinitelydoesn’t matter.

Why am I getting worked up about this?

My fingers fly over the phone as Morgan grabs onto my arm, saying shit about being the only one for her, but I’m barely listening.

If you don’t lose her in the next five minutes…

I delete the text and turn off my screen. I’m sounding desperate. Almost as if I’m…

Fuck.

I lift my head and see it. In Zara’s eyes as Morgan kisses my jaw, my cheek, biting and flirting and getting her fucking germs all over me. Just a small distraction, and she’s turning horny for no reason.

But it’s not her that matters. It’s Zara and how she glares at me, then lowers her head and clears her throat, after being caught being jealous in full HD.

Is that what I look like?

Fuck no. I don’t care enough about that motherfucker to be jealous.

I push Morgan off me—a reminder to get sanitized—and smile. “Sorry to cut this short, but I’m getting a bit of a headache. I’m leaving.”

On my way out, I throw one last glimpse at Kayden, and he’s smiling at something she said.

He never shows me that soft smile. It’s always malicious or mocking.

As I walk toward my car, I type.

You have half an hour. If you don’t show up at your place, I’ll hunt you the fuck down.

17

GARETH

Fifteen minutes later, I’ve driven to his place.

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