Modise
Modise stared at Baile’s receding back until he disappeared into the crowd. He wiped a hand over his face feeling the need to rush after him bubble in his stomach. He knew he was going back to Sam. Just the thought of that…Modise clenched his teeth.
Shit… what was wrong with him?
Modise shook his head as the answer to that question barrelled through his mind with a force he couldn’t deny.
He was f*****g jealous.
Damn!
Modise turned to the bar and reached for Baile’s glass. He motioned for the bartender to pour him a shot. He drank the shot in one gulp that he hoped will burn the jealousy he could feel festering like a disease within him.
This was so messed up. Why was he jealous anyway? He’d rejected Baile at every opportunity, denying the feelings that seemed to grow
