Hurt
Kevin shook his head, in an attempt to check if he was dreaming. But unfortunately, he wasn't.
Myra was standing right in front of him, with a hurtful look on her face. Tears were already rolling down her cheeks, the look on her face made him feel like the worst monster alive.
The drug was already coursing through his system, making him feel more and more dizzy and unable to control his movements, but Kevin was determined to explain it to Myra.
"D.. . Darling, I can explain." He stuttered, trying to get up and pull her into his embrace, but a strong grip on his waist pulled him back down.
Cynthia was still hovering over him, a huge smile on her face.
"Bitch!" She scoffed, facing Myra. "As I told you, Kevin Smith belongs to me, so you should stay the hell away from both of us!"
Kevin flinched at the sharp note in Cynthia's tiny voice. What does she mean by 'She told Myra?'
Had they spoken before?
"D..Darling? Did you-?"