Demona felt her blood boil when the handsome stranger got surrounded by those horny bitches. She felt a strange sense of possessiveness over the stranger that looked at her differently. Her body reacted differently under his gaze and jealousy roared to life when she saw him flirting with the females. Why? Was a question she couldn't answer. It was like her body and mind was attracted to him but she just couldn't understand why he was different. Before she even knew it, she was already standing behind him.
From up close she saw it again, in his eyes, this longing and guilt but she had just met him, he couldn't be longing for her and what could he be feeling guilty for? It didn't made sense.
