Apphia
Nicholas observes me, his face impassive. I didn't want to raise the issue suddenly, but I couldn't stop thinking about what the brunette said.
' He likes it rough,' her stupid voice rings in my head. Nicholas wasn't rough with me. He was passionate and gentle, yet I could sense that he was holding something back. Did Nicholas enjoy s*x with me? What if he didn't relish it as he did with her?
" Brooklyn?" he asks, his voice indifferent.
" Brunnet, big t**s, and brown eyes," I sneer. I can't keep the bitterness out of my tone. To think my mate had s*x with her makes me feel so jealous and angry.
" She's not my girlfriend," he refutes.
" That's not what she told me," I answer.
" What did Brooklyn tell you?" he almost growls. His gaze is stern on me.
" That you left her b
