Page 71 of Game of Revenge

I bit my lip, but jealousy was now driving the ship. I was blind with it and, frankly, was throwing caution and calm behavior to the wind.

Alejandro lifted his chin, looking at me through small eyes.

“I had a few things to take care of,” he answered, hands in his pockets.

“You don’t say,” I said coldly. I could feel my face boiling.

“What’s bothering you?” he asked as he got closer to me.

I took a deep breath, turning around in an attempt to avoid his gaze.

“I’m not bothered,” I lied. “Just curious; you disappeared.”

Alejandro gently grabbed me by the arm, slowly turning me to face him.

“What do you really want to ask me?”

He was scrutinizing me, following my eyes wherever I was trying to hide them.

“Okay.” I sighed. I didn’t have anything to lose as long as I could keep my cool.

“What exactly is your relationship with Elena?”

“She is a good friend,” he explained. “We grew up together. She’s always been there for me.”

“Friends? Please. How stupid do you think I am? Friends don’t act like that. She was kissing you when you were sick, that day I found her in your room. She kissed you again the other day.”

“I see. And? Are you jealous?“ he teased.

“Jealous?” My tone was higher than I intended.

I gave him my best fake laugh.

“Jealous of what? You and her?” I ripped my arm from his hold.

“Well, you are asking me for an explanation you think I owe you, aren’t you?”

The audacity of this man, putting it on me to define what was going on between us. It enraged me.

“That doesn’t make me jealous!” I shouted, my lips thin with frustration. “I have a right to know where you are.”

“And what gives you this right?” he pressed, his brows lifted, with that irritating smirk.

It was as if he thought he was asking me a question he knew the answer to.

“Forget it. I don’t have time for this,” I said, walking past him to leave the room.

My feelings were getting the best of me, and it was time to do what I did best—flee. But Alejandro held me by my arm as I attempted to leave.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Amelia.” He smiled.

I rolled my eyes.

“Hmm, you have to stop doing that,” he warned.

“What?”

“Rolling your eyes like that.”