Chapter 113: I Hate Her

The more time I spent around Penny, the less I liked her. Scratch that. The more I watched her around Roman, the more I wanted to claw her ocean eyes out. Maybe it was my low self-esteem. Maybe it was my possessive streak. Or maybe it was the simple fact that she acted like I didn’t exist whenever Roman was in the room. I couldn’t tell anymore. All I knew was that my stomach soured every time she laughed too loud, leaned too close, or touched what didn’t belong to her. And right now? She was perched on the edge of Roman’s desk—the same spot I used to claim as mine, the place where I’d sit while he whispered the sweetest, filthiest words into my ear—and she was feeding him like a doting little housewife. He wasn’t even encouraging her, not really. He wasn’t a big eater on the best of days, but she was hellbent on stuffing him like a Thanksgiving turkey. “Come on, you have to taste this.” Penny’s voice was sugary enough to rot teeth. She shoved a container toward him with manic determina