With her eyes narrowed, as she wondered. Where the fuck is this coming from?
Rhea snapped, "Even if I'm in a relationship or just screwing around, it's none of your concern."
With him leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a mocking smirk tugging at his lips, Zack drawled, "It is. You were mine before whoever came running into your life. But are you that sex staved that you'd be fucking a lecturer? What was his name again? Zeenare." He paused, eyes watching her carefully, "And how many men have you slept with? And with one of them got you that car?"
How? When? What does he mean by that? Me fucking a lecturer?
"And how the hell is that your business? Move aside, I want to go inside my house." Rhea brushed past him.
But Zack blocked her path. "It's always my business," he sneered, leaning closer. "The other day, you two fucked in that room, didn't you?"
That room? Fucked? Ah! She gasped inwardly, realising he was referring to that day. This creep has been watching me.
