"Oh, Rage, are you cooking?" I looked at the one who had just entered the kitchen. Livius looked at me. He stared as he looked around at Morris and me. My forehead furrowed and I looked at him for a while. He's topless and dripping a bit. I'll admit, she also used to be a model. But I'm not attracted to him in any way.
Maybe Rage really blinded me so I couldn't look at other men even when I was still in Las Vegas.
"Get out of here, Livius!" Rage's voice echoed in the whole kitchen. I almost jumped there. I shifted and turned my head to his direction. I caught him looking dark at me.
Livius laughed. "Give me what you cooked!"
He only glared at him. Livius laughed again before he left the kitchen. However, Morris remained looking at me. I nodded but I hid my nervousness and raised an eyebrow at him. He's looking at me like I've done something wrong!
"Why did you look at him like that?" he accused.
"Huh? What are you saying there?"
