#Chapter98

Elijah*

"What do you mean you work in the diner?" The idea of my men lusting after her irks me to my bone marrow. I could just picture herself in the very skimpy dress and boot heels, curls in a high ponytail smiling like she won a fucking lottery. Of course I deserve to be angry because she can be such a fucking tease. Looking at her she isn't anything close to sad or better yet remorseful; rather she size me with her eyes then rolling and looking away like I said the most absurd sentence on planet earth. God knows what they men must have thought in lust...