–Tyrona–
I know Alejandro. He loves me—dearly, even—but his eyes still wander. Especially when it comes to other women. And if it's her again? Livana? I swear, I hate that woman to the marrow of my bones.
"Why do you keep looking at her?" I hissed the moment we got into the car.
"Well, isn't she alluring?" he said, far too casually. "I've never seen purple eyes before. Actual violet."
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Hey," he chuckled and pulled me into his arms. "Don't be jealous. I'm all yours." He kissed my temple, sweet like sugar-coated lies.
But I know better. I know he's curious. I've watched him long enough to understand when something catches his attention. And Livana—of all people—would catch anyone's eye. That porcelain skin, that strange mix of dominance and angelic grace. Even Damon—Damon, the most sinfully handsome man I've ever laid eyes on—is obsessed with her.
"So, you're mesmerized now?" I folded my arms across my chest like a barrier.
