KEITH was mad. No, he was furious. Furious about the woman who is blatantly flirting with that son of b.tch.
But why? He didn't know either. He's just... mad.
Is he the reason why she left my unit like she did not just happen to be involved in an accident? She should be resting, but here she is, laughing with that man like they're the only people in the world.
He finds it an eyesore.
I watched through the glass wall of the restaurant they're in, throwing daggers with my eyes at them. I saw how that fvcker touched Wynter like it's natural.
How they kept conversing while smiling like idiots, probably reminiscing moments - and how they smile at each other like fools.
What is he to her?
A friend?
A boyfriend?
A lover?
He growled at the thought of other men who had touched Wynter intimately. Men who had seen her naked, who had kissed and touched every part of her.
No. Wynter is his.
