Chapter 27

Reilley's POV "Are you picking on Reilley?" Trevor growled to the man sitting on my bed. The tone of his voice doesn't sound so good. He doesn't like what he's seeing right now. I'm so dead. I immediately grabbed him by the hand. The best thing I can do right now is to take Trevor out of here. There's no way I can make Deavon leave. Speaking of the Devil. He is smirking right now as I pull Trevor away from him. He enjoys this, huh? I'll make sure to give him a piece of my mind once I get out of this situation. "Why is he there?" he blurted right after I bring him on the hallway. I lifted my head to look ay him. His brown eyes are in rage. I see mixed emotions in his face and I don't know if it's just me, but I think he's acting up because he's jealous. "He slept there," I finally answered. His brows furrowed. I bite my lower lip when he clenched his jaw. "I swear. Deavon is just making fun of me like always. He didn't sleep on my bed!" I added defensively. His brows arched. Wrong move.