Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

Ayva’s POV

There were two things Justin did that made anger bubble within me.

Firstly, he was still sitting so close to the lady, despite me standing right in front of him. He made me feel as though they’d been doing something important and I’d ungracefully interrupted them.

Secondly, the way she looked at him.

While Justin had no power over the way she was looking at him, he’d given her the access. He’d let her be so close to him that one may think he’d gone on that trip with her instead.

I wasn’t someone who irrationally got jealous or was against my partner interacting with the opposite sex but something about that lady’s fondness with Justin ticked me off.

Where did they meet? In LA or somewhere else?

Could she have been one of those girls he used to have sex with during his whore phase?

Jace did say something about Justin going wild those two years I was away. Did they meet then?

Her eyes scrutinized me and I couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure under her stare.

I mean sh