I couldn't believe Ryan brought a stripper to his house. I mean, what did he expect? That I'll get jealous? Well, he was right. I was jealous. But why? It's not like we were together or anything.

Then perhaps it was not jealousy at all. What I was feeling was anger towards him and his behavior.

"Sherry, can you bring us some drinks?" Ryan asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I tried to hide my emotions and put on a fake smile. "Sure thing."

As I walked to the kitchen, I could hear Ryan and Rose laughing and chatting on the couch. At first, I tried not to think anything of it,...