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But before I could respond, I watched Alex's eyes flicker to something behind me. The photos. The goddamn photos! My breath caught too late. The scattered photos of Abel and I, lying there like fresh evidence from a crime scene. I watched it happen. The way his face slowly morphed from that calm demeanor to something dark and volatile. His eyes were shadowed with fury, and jealousy smacked his face. The kind of jealousy that burned without logic. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, stepping back from me like I was dirt and he didn't want he or his dress suit to catch the germs.

This was definitely an unintentional capture by my mate, but that fucker is in the shadows looking at her! Now, with my senses heightened, I carefully observed all her images, zooming into each photo. Playing ‘Where's Weirdo’ as my senile jealousy started getting the better of me. To my horror, I realised the fucker is almost in every single one! Staring at and drooling over WHAT IS MINE! It's not obvious to the normal eye, but I see the bastard! Always in the shadows, looking at her with yearning and sad prominent eyes as though he wants her, but something is holding him back. Not my fucking problem, whatever his issue was!

Her face was dark as I happily chatted with the female colleague walking with me into the building. She rushed over in a flurry, shouting at me, "Landon, who is she? What's your relationship with her?" Jenny's face was filled with rage as she fixed her furious gaze on me, trembling as she pointed at my bewildered female colleague. At that moment, she resembled a raging bull. I hadn't realized how ugly jealousy could make someone look, just as I had been in the past.

He realized he had never really seen her jealous before. "Of course," Coco admitted with a nod. "I’m not a saint! I’ll get jealous too. Even if I know there’s nothing going on between you, seeing you act intimate with someone will still make me feel uncomfortable." He smiled. "Don’t worry, I won't give you a chance to get jealous, although... I’m really curious to see what you'll look like when you're jealous." Coco was speechless. As expected, the wedding photoshoot soon shot up to the top of the trending topic list.

Alvin muttered under his breath, his voice low and bitter, each word laced with the heat of his jealousy. The question echoed in his mind, filling him with a sense of frustration and helplessness that he couldn’t shake. His pulse quickened, the steady thump of his heartbeat growing erratic as the jealousy tightened its grip on him. Every fiber of his being bristled with the emotions he had kept buried for so long, and now, watching Patricia laugh so effortlessly with Caleb, those feelings surged to the surface, impossible to ignore.

It was a facsimile of that version, with her wearing next to nothing plastered over her lover like a leech. Intrigued, he fumbled through the pile to look for the second picture, and truly enough there she was clinging to a well-built man with slumberous eyes. He could still feel the fierce burning jealousy which had seized him when he’d caught sight of the offending article on a rack. Fuming with anger, he’d asked his PI full details about her career, juicy scandals he’d received minutes before boarding the same plane with her. In his blind rage, he’d been unable to think rationally, now he could see that there was some kind of foul play.

I pace back and forth in my luxurious office, frustration radiating from every fiber of my being as I clutch my phone tightly in my hand. With each step, my mind replays the images that have ignited the raging inferno of jealousy within me. I can't shake the sight of Valentina and James, their smiles radiant as they sit together in the cozy café, captured in a moment of apparent intimacy. Dialing Giovanni's number, I press the phone to my ear, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and desperation. As the call connects, I waste no time in unleashing my torrent of emotions.

She put her lips in a pout. "You should not let terrible friends influence you. Justine is a really hot guy," I paused to swallow the lump that had grown in my throat. "And basically every girl wants him. You know better than everyone that you are really lucky. Who knows how many of your friends want your relationship to end because they are jealous of you?" Caramel was blind to these sort of things. Anyone who had him to claim and thought they wanted to lose that bond, was definitely crazy.

Heat slammed through me so fast my vision swam. Another image followed. His cock. Bold. Proud. The kind of picture no one else in the world would ever dare to see. Another text. Veeraj: This is yours. Only yours. I don’t even look at another woman, little one. Remember that when you get jealous. Tears stung my eyes. Jealousy. Shame. Need. All of it twisted until I couldn’t separate them. My fingers hovered over the screen, trembling. I wanted to reply. To send something back. To prove I was his.

And certainly nothing he could use to justify what Blaze wanted to do to him for even looking at his wife. The mere memory has his jaw tightening, muscles flexing as his hand fists his glass tighter. That photograph flashes in his mind - that stupid fucking photo that still has him fuming. The way he looked at her, the way he was pressed up against her... the way she seemed to glow in his arms. The jealousy stirs in his gut, the memory of the image almost making him sick as it awakens something inside him and, suddenly, waiting didn't seem all too appealing anymore.