Hillary’s POV

“Are you Jealous?” he asked me with a playful smile playing at the edge of his lips and I scrunch up my face in disgust.

“No, I’m not, why the hell would I be? I just don’t want to be seen wearing another lady’s cloth, it’s so disgusting, and annoying.” I said dismissively, trying to hide my jealousy that is running wild.

“Yeah, sure.” He nods in mock understanding and I glare at him in return, earning me one of his cute smiles that ways makes my head spin in admiration and love.

“Not to worry, my love, there is no other woman in my life right now,...