Nevian's POV
If there was another word for anger, that would be exactly what should be used for my current emotion.
For the past week, I had been ignoring Khloe, all because of what had happened in her office and the words which Lance had filled me with.
Our few minutes of conversation did nothing but to prove to me that Lance wasn't making up stories.
Pacing about, I had my hands resting on my waist as I rewinded and even created scenarios of her and Lance making out.
This made me cringe the more as I was losing my head.
Falling on the foot of my bed, I buried my head in my palms with my eyes tightly shut.
"Get a grip of yourself Nevian, get a grip of yourself." I yelled in my head, tugging my hair with both hands.
Lance winning over me was the last thing I was going to tolerate but it seems that was what was going to happen.
"No!" I yelled, pulling myself to my feet.
