His Mate - 22. Much Needed Talk

Samantha's POV

I huff and I take my bags off my arm and begin to place everything away. I make sure to do the lingerie first, I don't know how I'd explain that to Jack. Quickly, everything I bought is put away and only known to me.

Jack storms in, everything in the room stops. The wind stops, the clock stops ticking, not even the door makes a sound, as it creates a border between us and everyone else. I gather up all my self-confidence (which isn't much but it'll have to do), and I ask Jack why he is acting the way he is.

"What's up with you?" I ask.

At first he doesn't look at me, then he glares at me. "Nothing, just being the bad monster as you envisioned me to be."He answers sarcastically.

"Fine, forget I ever asked." I step down off my high horse and begin to leave.

"Wait! I'm sorry, Samantha. It's just that the guards who were sent to watch me, died. And everyone thinks it was me." My mate confesses.

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