Megan’s POV

“Zac,” I called to the man who was kissing a young girl.

The young girl who was on his lap immediately turned her head and looked at me in confusion. She was probably wondering who I was and what my relationship with Zac was.

“Go away,” Zac ordered her. Before leaving, she buttoned up her shirt and straightened her hair, which was a little messy.

After she left the room, I quickly closed the door. When I turned around, I saw Zac lighting his ...