Chapter 110. Hormones and Growling

Maya’s POV

*Smack!*

The back of my hand slammed into his chest, and I rolled my eyes at his dramatic performance. Gasping for air and pretending to be hurt.

“Stop that!”

“I can’t help it!”

“Yes, you can! Growling at every creature with a dick is getting tiring!”

He scoffed, “I’m not! Just the ones that st…”

I cut him off because I’ve heard this sentence repeatedly in the last couple of days.

“No, it’s not just the ones staring! Stop kidding yourself. That poor guy didn’t even have time to turn around before you acted like a rabid dog! And NO, it’s not sweet, cool, or anything like it at all. If you can’t stop, I need to get you a tight collar or a spray bottle… Maybe even call Cesar Milan.”

Muttering the last part, knowing he had no idea who that was, and even then, a loud growl cut the air between us.

“Cesar? Who is he? A human? Should I expect to fight him for your attention?”

I sighed and walked away; after a few s