“So… How are things with Hayley?” asked Ryder.
“What exactly do you mean?” I replied.
“I meant; are you guys together yet?”
“What? We’re taking it slowly, alright?”
“Whatever you say!” exclaimed Devin. “But we’ve been here for less than an hour and we all notice the way that you kept glancing at her, man. And the way you looked at her, we haven’t seen that glint in your eyes since… Well, you’ve never looked at a girl like that! Hey,” he nudged my arm, “She’s your mate and we can clearly see your desire and claim for her. Every time a guy says that he likes her playlist or just says ‘Hi’ to her, you tense up!”
“Ok, maybe I do,” I admitted.
“Ha! I knew it!” Ryder exclaimed and I gave him a look that said “Really”?
I totally want to just run up to Damien and kiss him senselessly. Why does he have to look so sexy? I want him to fuck me all night. Ok, I have to get these thought out of head!
“Hayley?” I snapped my head in Mel’s direction to see her smirking at me. “You’ve been eye-fucking your Prince for a while, you know?”
“What? I was not! And he’s not my Prince!” I replied.
“Yeah, and we believe you. Don’t you have anything to say in this, Ana? You are her Bond after all!” said Cat.
“Hey, I tried and I tried and I tried! What else can I do? I mean, I gave her the best advice but she simply didn’t take it!” Ana said.
“Excuse me, Damien is my mate. I told you guys that we’re taking things slowly and it’s our business so we don’t give a fuck about what others think!” I snapped making them all smile.
“Congratulations! You passed the test!” Cat squealed.
“What test?” I asked. As far as I know, we didn’t talk about any tests.
“Well, Ana and Liam told everyone about you two after the whole eye-locking thing and then we decided that we’ll do this the old-fashioned way for you two, so… So, we decided to give you two, tests in order to find out whether both of you were dominant over each other. It looks like you do but your Prince still is not admitting that he has control over you.” Cat just freaked me out!
“O-K? But what do you mean by saying he has control over me?” I asked. “Not physical or mental, dumbass! Sexual!” Mel exclaimed. WTF? He had SEXUAL control over me?