"That fucking fool!" Nicolette yelled as she paced around the room.
But who was the real fool here?
Her or Alaric?
She placed a hand on her forehead, her frustration boiling over.
Frustration at Alaric. At Alexa. At herself.
"God!" she groaned, her heart squeezing with pain.
Alaric was sitting next to Alexa, who was dressed so shamelessly. She rested her head on his shoulder, watching the moon.
How romantic!
She bet they were going to sleep with each other. Nobody does anything that intimate without it ending in bed.
Alaric was going to fuck Alexa.
Her stomach dropped. Her heart knotted. The pain was unbearable.
She had given herself freely to Alaric. She had let him touch her, she had gone against her own rules about intimacy. Only for it not to mean anything to him.
He went back to Alexa.
She could bet that the wristwatch reminded him of Alexa's juicy pussy and he just couldn't wait to have it again.
"Fool!"
This time, the word was for her.
