Zoe’s POV

“WHAT THE FUCK, ZOE?”

“DON’T YOU DARE USE THAT TONE WITH HER,” Valen bellowed back dangerously as he put on his boxers and helped me put on his shirt to avoid the fuming gaze of our disturber.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!”

“SHE IS MINE! GET THE HELL OUT HERE,” Valen snapped back.

“OH YEAH! LET’S SEE WHO GETS OUT?”

Soon the boys were rolling along the corridor of the room, beating each other black and blue as they wrestled ...