Alexander watched Eva leave, but the burning need throbbing in his veins for her could hardly be quenched so easily. He sighed, closing his eyes and reveling in the feel of her lips on his. Eva was right, in a way, and he knew he shouldn’t have kissed her. Being engaged to another, he had no business messing with her, but it felt so right. He knew he was betraying Beatrix, but he just didn’t care. He loved Eva and hardly could control himself when around her. It was an uncontrollable addiction that had no future. Why couldn’t he be engaged to Eva instead? His heart ached for Eva and he knew that his jealousy had annoyed her a lot this time. Triggered by his heightened sense of jealousy, he shouldn’t have said the bitter words to Eva. Now she wouldn’t even acknowledge his presence. What if
