He sighed and lay on the large sofa, closing his eyes.
I ignored him, remembering what Wyatt said last night. My eyes go to the man lying on the sofa, his hand covering his face.
"You're staring," he whispered.
"Oh so, you're talking to me now,"
"Excuse me?"
"Forget it," I closed the laptop and sighed, leaning back in my seat.
"You're still staring."
"Do you want to use me for revenge?" I go straight to the point. He doesn't seem surprised. His eyes shot open and he gazed at me.
"He told you,"
"You forgot to mention that part when you told me about your mate," I retorted. I observed him, waiting for his answer.
"I wasn't obligated to, and why should I tell you that, you're no one to me," he said. I knit my eyebrow and smiled sarcastically at him
