CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JEALOUS DAMON…

Nothing innocent and friendly ever happened inside those rooms.

The thought crossed his mind as he stepped into the hallway, just in time to see one of the doors closing. Balling his hands into tight fists, he made his way down the hallway toward the room at the end of it in long, wide strides and without wasting even a second kicked the door open. Walking past the threshold, he froze.

If he thought seeing Lilliana kissing the boy was worse, then he wasn't prepared to see what was happening in front of him. Glaring at the girl's bare back, his vision blurred and for a long second all he could see was red as his mind came up with ways to destroy the stupid boy's life. He had Lilliana sitting on his lap with both of her legs on either sides of him and her hands around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair while his fondled her body drunkenly trying to get rid of her tight dress.

"What the fuck??" the boy growled, getting up from the bed when Lilliana was suddenly yank