Frank carried Mona back to his apartment. She never stirred the whole way, not even a mumble in her sleep.That alone showed just how much sedative Marlon had used to knock her out.After laying her gently on his bed, Frank grabbed her face in his hand, frustration pouring out of him.“You had a perfectly good man right here, but no—you went after that trash instead. Look where that got you. Just wait until you wake up and explain this mess to me!”The words came out harsh, but as soon as he let go and saw her cheeks red from his grip, guilt tugged at him.He brushed his thumb lightly across her face and muttered, “This is on me. If I hadn’t fallen asleep, that bastard wouldn’t have gotten the chance to do this to you.”He leaned down beside her, sighing softly. “Mona, why won’t you admit you like me? Am I really that hard for you to look at?”The defeat in his voice was undeniable. He’d been sure that after hearing her talk in her sleep that night, it wouldn’t be long before they end
Frank’s sharp eyes immediately caught a glimpse of hair sticking out from the bundle slung over Marlon’s shoulder.The second he saw it, he didn’t think twice—he charged straight at him.Startled, Marlon instinctively tried to sidestep and slip away, but Frank was heading right for him.“Put her down!” Frank barked, his gaze locked on the blanket in Marlon’s arms. He was certain Mona was inside.Already panicked, Marlon nearly lost it when Frank called him out. “N-No! She’s mine, she’s my girlfriend!” His voice cracked, then he quickly scrambled for an excuse. “She’s sick—she’s running a fever. I’m taking her to the hospital. Don’t get in my way!”“Fever?” Frank narrowed his eyes. His gut screamed not to believe a word, but he couldn’t ignore the possibility entirely. Still, Marlon’s frantic movements gave him away.“And who the hell are you?” Marlon snapped, emboldened when Frank didn’t immediately tear Mona from him. “Mind your own damn business! If something happens to my girlfrien
To be exact, Frank had been shadowing Mona for the past week. Running into Marlon had just been a coincidence.He’d watched Mona go on dates with Marlon.A pang of jealousy twisted in his chest, but he knew their relationship wouldn’t last. Mona might’ve been good at hiding it, yet Frank could clearly see how much she recoiled from Marlon.Every time Marlon leaned closer or brushed against her, Mona instinctively pulled back.That was why Frank never revealed himself, never interrupted their outings. Better to let Mona experience it herself, to let her realize who she truly wanted, rather than destroy her dates and make her resent him for it.So he followed her quietly for an entire week. Even when Marlon tried to hold her hand, Frank restrained himself from stepping in.Tonight, he gave Marlon a contemptuous glance when Mona brushed him off, then slipped into his car to follow Mona home.Ever since Mona had told him she was “dating” Marlon, Frank had rarely shown up around her. He fi
Mona only realized later why her coworkers had been teasing her. From her closer friends, she learned that Frank had openly called her his girlfriend when he’d stepped in to defend her.She hadn’t expected him to do that. Part of her was grateful he’d shielded her, but another part was thrown completely off balance.And maybe it was just her imagination, but ever since then, Frank had been hanging around her more than usual—waiting for her after shifts, driving her to and from the hospital, never giving her much space.Mona had protested more than once, but Frank ignored her objections and kept doing as he pleased.The kinder Frank was to her, the guiltier Mona felt—like she was betraying Jamie.She even pulled aside a couple of close nurses to explain that she wasn’t actually dating Frank, that he’d only said that to help her. After she emphasized it again and again, those nurses finally believed her.But word never got around to the others. Most of the hospital staff still looked at
If he hadn’t been sure she was asleep, Frank would have thought Mona was faking it, just like he sometimes did, pretending to sleep so he could spill the truth in the dark.But looking at her deeply asleep, Frank sighed quietly, a knot of questions tightening in his chest.Why couldn’t she like him?Clearly, something had happened while he was gone—something he didn’t know about, something that had shaken the way she felt about him. Otherwise, why was she avoiding him, deliberately or not?The thought of her dodging him made Frank frown.But then he told himself there was no point torturing over questions he couldn’t answer. Better to man up, confess his feelings, and let the truth come out on its own.Easier said than done.In reality, Frank couldn’t sleep at all. He spent the entire night tossing and turning, wondering why Mona couldn’t love him back.***The next morning, when Mona woke, Frank was still pacing restlessly around the living room.Yawning, she asked, “You didn’t sleep
Frank was sulking, but since Mona couldn’t find another piece of clothing for him, he had no choice but to put up with the oversized sweatshirt.When he headed for a shower, Mona froze in disbelief as she watched him casually pull a pair of boxers from her dresser drawer and carry them into the bathroom.“Frank! Why the hell are there men’s boxers in my dresser?!” she shouted through the door, her voice echoing in outrage.She remembered earlier that evening when he’d smugly mentioned buying “personal things” at the store. So this was what he meant?!“Of course I put them there,” Frank replied smugly from inside, his tone as brazen as ever. “I figured I might be staying the night, so I grabbed a pack at the store.”Sure enough!Mona ground her teeth. “And why the hell are there six pairs in there?”Different colors. Different patterns.Six pairs in total. All neatly folded right next to her clothes. The sight had made her twitch all over.“I need spares, don’t I?” Frank said matter-of