It seems like I was too harsh tonight. I could see the fear in her eyes as I whispered a threat, warning her not to engage with the men who had praised her. I couldn't resist the urge to touch her, yet I feared breaking the promise I made to her. I've seen her so sad multiple times, but instead of being kind, I keep pushing Olivia deeper into despair. Still, she hasn't wanted me back.
I curse myself for being so rigid. How can I even act sweet in front of someone I like?
"So, who is this beautiful woman beside you, Khane?" This question triggered my anger, especially since I knew who was asking.
"She's my girlfriend, Olivia," I answered firmly, emphasizing each word. My sharp gaze never left his leering eyes that remained fixed on Olivia.
I had let my guard down. I should never have brought Olivia out, exposed to the prying eyes in this room, especially since those greeting us were my enemies. My anger boiled, as if it was ready to explode.
