Dante's POV

When an utterly nailed, glowing Joy joined us for breakfast along with her handsome, sleep muddled bed buddy, my rage towards him spiked a thousand fold.

The man had a sexed out face with weary eyes and wore only a set of low waisted pyjamas. If it were not for my simmering temper, I would have appreciated that bare chest of his with deeply ridged abs on wide display.

A pang of jealousy shot through my mates' hearts, clearly evident from their actions as they ...