Chapter 71 Reaction

• Prince POV
• I want to argue that I wasn’t jealous, that my anger and rage tonight had nothing to do with seeing Ghost with someone else, but it’s a lie. I flipped long before I knew who Max was. The second I saw him leaning over Ghost, shirt off, too close—it was like something inside me snapped.
• Now the room is quiet, the tension suffocating. I sit with a glass in hand, staring at the liquid swirling within, trying to avoid the conversation I know is coming. I can’t even process what happened back there. I don’t get jealous. I’ve never been the type. Hell, I told myself I could walk away from Ghost, ignore him, and watch as he moved on to other men. I swore it wouldn’t matter.