CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-THIRTEEN

I've been in a bad mood for days now.

Phoebe has tried telling me that I'm irrational and that it's starting to become annoying. She also regrets mentioning anything about Trey.

Alessandro frowns at me from where he's sitting opposite me at a Greek restaurant. We haven't seen much of each other, I'm always sleeping, and he's always working, which has undoubtedly made me even more upset.

"Are you pissed off at me or something?" He takes a swig of his wine, and I mimic him by taking a swig of my water.

"How did you meet Trey?" I want to know. "Did you also meet in school?"

He looks suspiciously at me. "No."

I raise my eyebrows at the short answer. "Don't you miss hanging out at the club? You're young, handsome, and rich. I assume you don't want to stay at home all the time with a pregnant woman."

His eyes narrow on me. "Are you looking for a fight?"

"Who said anything about fighting?" I sound like a total teenager. "I was merely asking you a question."

I can see he wants to know