Chapter 8: Grant pov

I am gripping the phone with such force that my knuckles are white. My fury at what I just heard is frightening, even to me, but I don’t like the idea of her having another male close to her. I know she isn’t breaking any rules because there is nothing going on between us, but still, the idea of another man in her life is painful to me.

The only thing that is able to calm me is the sound of my name on her lips. It’s the first time she has said it and somehow, it calms the rage in my blood, and I am able to even out my breathing a little.

“Who was that Angel?”

“Huh? Who? Oh, it doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me, I would like to know who is with you.”

“Why?”

“Please tell me.”

I can hear the edge in my voice as my anger is beginning to grow again at her avoidance of my question.

“Grant, are you the jealous type? Because there is nothing between us, so what would give you that right?”

“Angel, you are right, I am the jealous type; however, I also am right to be concerned for your we