(Alina)
I don't know what's wrong with me. But ever since I saw Damian talking to that woman, I got in a bad mood.
I made my way toward my room, not waiting to see if he would follow. Why should I? I didn't owe him anything, and this was his house, so he could come in whenever he wanted.
I got to my room and opened the door, then threw my bag on the bed harder than I intended. I wasn’t supposed to get jealous. This was a deal between us. There should be no feelings.
Yet here I was, pacing like a lunatic, annoyed over a conversation he had with his ex. The problem is, I hated it when she touched him.
I sat on the edge of the bed and let out a sigh. My fists were tight. I forced them to loosen.
I shouldn't care who he talks to. This is all pretend. A setup. A game.
I leaned back and s
