Darci stalked out of Tom’s room, all raging hormones and far too much for him to handle right now. She was a lot of work. And he also didn’t give a damn if she was annoyed by him.
Tom stood by his mini bar, his beer bottle exchanged for something far stronger. He couldn’t stop picturing Rowan and Alicia together. The way she reacted to him. Rowan’s arrogant expression as he stared right at him before returning his attention to the delectable Alicia.
He tossed back another glass and hissed at the burning taste of alcohol warming his chest. He was beyond p*ssed about the couple that came to rub it in his face. Rowan brought her a necklace? So what.
A loud laugh from the side of his room and the closing of his bedroom door caused Tom’s hand to shatter the glass in his hand as he glared at
