Chapter 9. Dylan Caught Us!

Freya’s POV

I looked straight at him with cold, steady eyes.

“Dylan, are you a kid or something?” I snapped. “Did your elders not teach you to knock before entering someone’s room? You just barged in like a mad person? Can’t you see we’re busy?!”

Dylan’s mouth fell open wider. He had clearly expected something else. Tears, maybe. Hysteria. Shame. He had probably thought I’d have fallen on my knees and started begging him to understand, collapsing in on myself. Just the way I used to beg him for the smallest mistake when we were still dating. But little does he know that Freya is gone. I’m a changed person now.

He hadn’t prepared for this. He clearly wasn’t expecting this.

He recovered fast, voice rising to a hysterical shout.

“What the fuck, Freya?! You’re not even ashamed, and you still have the right to ask me why I barged in?!” He took a step into the room, his voice climbing higher.”Freya I just caught you and my dad fucking each other!