"Who is he to you?"
My whole body feels like it has been poured ice cold water. I straighten my spine, and look at him. "Who?"
He looks at me, without saying anything, thinking I am going to crack but I don't. I want him to say it.
"The man who keeps following you everywhere."
There it is. The part of him that cannot stand another man to be in my vicinity, let alone look at me.
"None of your business," I reply squarely. His jaw clenches and he is not looking happy with my reply.
"Hannah," he warns but I am one with the imposing alpha attitude. I walk up to him, my hand on his chest as I adjust the blazer he is wearing.
"You don't have a say in what I do, who I see," I look up at him. "Or who I fuck, anymore," I turn to walk away but then he pulls me by my arm I crash on his rock hard body.
"You two are fucking?" he is restricting himself from the way his body is tense.