ELENA
I watched my favourite mountain of muscles pacing in front of me with a deep scowl plastered on his face. His fists were tight, and his wrists kept twisting around, eager to break a dozen of noses.
I could literally see the smoke coming out of his ears, and I could have taken a picture of him if the reason for that distress wasn't me!
I sighed exasperatedly after fifteen minutes of watching him move to and fro like a pendulum.
"Devon"
"Devon?" I tried again, only to gulp nervously as he directed his heated glare my way.
"Shut up, Elena!" He warned in a low voice that came like a hissing whisper.
I pursed my lips, getting up from the leather couch before striding his way.
"Don't you dare shut me up because I did no wrong! What can I do when you have got such a gorgeous wife?!" I flipped my hair rolling my eyes at him.
But that only added to his distress.
"And I think I should lock that gorgeous wife in my bedroom for no one else to see her!" He threatened.
