Damien swallowed hard, speaking cautiously. "Noah has been asking Ms Selina out at the pub for the past three months, but she has rejected him. That's all I could find out."
Asking her out? That punk surely had the gut.
He snorted, knitting his thick brows in disbelief mixed with burning emotion he couldn't quite name as he processed the information, staring at the photo of Noah and Selina happily smiling at each other outside IRIS LUXE.
He thought Selina had no friends, but he was wrong; she had someone else—a young man who seemed capable of winning a woman's heart quickly. He wondered what Noah was thinking, considering Selina was completely out of his ideal type.
Even if Zane told himself he felt nothing for Selina, he couldn't bear the thought of another man being near her—especially one who could have her.
She was his. Whether he admitted it or not, a part of him had already claimed her, and he wasn't about to let her slip away.
