Chapter Twelve

Gwyneth's POV

I paid the lunch I get for myself and trod my way to our usual table, not taking my eyes off the man in front of the counter. I slowly place a tray of food on the table, still looking oddly at the man in line.

“Girl, are you effin' serious? Oh my my my, he's a hunk!”

I immediately covered Zaina's blabbering mouth with my delicate hand. He might hear us talking about him for goddamn sake!

"Just this once, keep your voice down please." I desperately pleaded her in a hush, getting my hands off her mouth. "He might hear you." I added indignantly.

She just shrugged her shoulder, acting like she doesn't give a fuck.

“That Quir guy is helluva ravishing. I mean, look at those oozing muscles. Girl, he's fucking hot! I can't find it in me to believe that he was your childhood friend. Are you bluffing, huh? ” she whispered with thrill in her voice.

I am not in a mood for a storytelling. 

Why woul