CHAPTER 33

Harold's POV.

I was ignoring Brittany's calls.

With every ring, I would take a glance at my phone before looking away at the sight of her name. Then, I would listen to the ringtone blare annoyingly until it stops.

I had been laying on the bed, trying to get that smug look, the little intimate moment that almost ran me mad at the restaurant. I wasn't going to think that she did it on purpose. She couldn't know how much self-control I was holding on to just to stay away from her yet she would do that to me.

She needed not when she already had my attention.

As I lay on my bed, I was shamelessly thinking about what she would be doing. It made my senses pick up because never would I imagine myself obsessing over a female this way. I would call it obsession since I didn't know exactly what to call it.

“You must do away with any woman that isn't Brittany.”

My mother's voice filtered into my mind. The rate at which I sat up had my head spinning for a second. I could only hope that I didn't d