Chapter Eighty Five

Orleans' eyes trailed down to Veil, still standing in between them, and for all the right reasons too.

Now, he was really contemplating using his fists on the bastard who had almost all the women in Mexico at his doorstep, yet chose to claim this one for himself as well.

Orelans thought he was lying to Veil, and he wished Veil could see it from a mile away. There was no way Sophia would let it be, and even though she did, he thought Veil hated Anders.

“Veil,” Orleans called endearingly and it irked Anders. “Please, tell me this is all some stupid joke and that you'll go back to hating him as you've always done. Remember the second time we met…”

“Orleans, stop it,” Veil pleaded. It looked like a repeat of what happened at the office with Simon and Veil really wasn't in the mood to lose another friend or have him call her a slut. This situation couldn't be any more different, yet Veil didn't know how to explain it.

“Can't you see that he should be the one stopping whatever he's doing?”