#Chapter 92: Contagious Jealousy

Kayla I stared up at Nicholas incredulously as he slipped the key back into his pocket . There was a roguish glint in his eye, as if he knew something that I didn’t. “What were you doing in there?” I asked, folding my arms tightly over my chest. “Nothing. None of your business.” I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. Already, I could picture what the brazen playboy was up to in there. “Who is it?” I bit out. “Rebecca? Nora? Or another woman?” Nicholas snorted. Loudly. “Rebecca is a fling from the past that I’d rather forget. I thought you knew that,” he retorted. “As for Nora, when have I ever once indicated even the slightest interest in her? If I had to choose someone around here to sleep with, I would much rather choose—” I didn’t let him finish. I let loose a small snarl of annoyance and shoved past him. He staggered back as I shoved against him, reaching for the small window of the shed. “I don’t care who you sleep with,” I said as I wiped away