[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 rivals, those who'd betray you! And some will cheat...well you do that!"
I crashed into the bed, exhausted from hitting it all day, and then exhaled softly.
What am I even doing? Everyone's fine with it.
I placed my hands on my stomach, folded my lips, and then flicked my lashes at the plain ceiling.
My boys.
I want to see them, I want to know how they're faring and Damien won't be back early.
