Torren's POV
It was impossible.
There was no way I would feel jealous just because another male gifted her bouquet. There was no way. I repeated under my breath continuously until I began to believe the lie.
The hot molten force sluicing in NY veins says otherwise; my fingers quivering on my cutleries said otherwise.
But how? He found it possible that I would be jealous about another male; was the desiring her not already hurtful enough?
I tried to continue eating, but the food had begun to taste weird in my mouth. It felt like I was grinding stone with my teeth rather than vegetables.
I needed something else to deal with my rage, and I fucking needed to find out something. I thought, as I raised my gaze gently over my plate, watching the bodyguard leaving with the bouquet.
