My mood ruptured and I released the rose in my hand, making it fall on the ground and called her dominantly, “Eileen.”

She stopped and turned to me, looking up with a smirk, “Well, well, how was the hour-long session?” She teased, leaning against the wall, glancing at Asad who chuckled at her reaction, burning me in envy further.

“Come with me.” I said coldly, not bothering to glance at Asad and turned to leave but Eileen came, stopping me, “Wait, you dropped your rose.” She called, coming and picking it up.

“It’s not mine.” I muttered, rolling my eyes off.

“It’s his. He was holding it when he came.”...