Mr. President's Sub Wife
Alejandro sat there seething silently with anger coursing through his veins. He could barely take his eyes off the two sitting a few chairs away from him. His jaw locked tight, eyes fixed on them without blinking.
"You're bound to have her look in your direction with the way you keep staring at them," Rafael voiced out after a few seconds of watching his friend stare at his wife from a distance. He brought the cup of coffee to his lips and took a sip, his eyebrows quirked up, still staring at Alejandro.
"Alejandro," he called out again, and this time he caught the other's attention. Alejandro hissed out, leaning back against his chair, he grabbed the cup of coffee he had ordered as he shifted his gaze to Rafael.
"Spare me. Tell me you don't see how flirty they're being," he gritted out, looking at the two again. This time the man had let his hands wander over her shoulder.
