Nara

Kian's nostrils flared and eyes narrowed.

“Why…” he asked quietly, burning with anger. The room fell silent.

“Why the fuck do you smell like Lorenzo Greco?” he growls. The music dies down. The whole room goes silent.

“Why do you smell like Greco?”

“Does it matter?” I ask, and his jaw clenched. 

“Answer me.”

The tension is so thick I can cut it with a knife. So what if I spent time with another? It's not like he wants me. I bite my lower lip, thinking of my answer, but how can I explain it? He will be so pissed at me when I confirm I was with his...