Rosie's POV

I'm definitely not going to be the evil one, and I don't care about his love interest.

Immediately I got to my room, I locked the door and, in a sober whimper, I jumped on the bed and began to punch the pillow my hand could reach.

"Just pick one!"

"You're so greedy!"

"Do you think women are accessories you keep?" I screeched, tearing the pillow into shreds, and hollered.

"I don't want to be your toy! Don't you know you'd die early with so many women?"

"Speaking of which, they'd be ...