JADE

I sat on the chair at the countertops at the bar downing alcohol. I hated this feeling. I wanted to be the one on Saint's thighs and have his hands deep in my dress. I hated that he was with her and I hated that it felt like I was trying too hard. I hated the jealousy that burned in my heart with rage at just the thought of her and him together. 

Just the other day, he had called me his woman and was angry that I got hurt and then what now? He was acting ...