At the time, his words made me feel special as if he was being protective. But now I saw it clearly; he only thought I’d get in the way and ruin his fun.
“Lol, what a question!” a guy nearby sneered. “You know how Vespera is. If she were here, Zevian wouldn’t even get a chance to lift his glass before she’d start lecturing him.”
They believed I was controlling Zevian and constantly clashing with them.
None of them were aware Zevian had a sensitive stomach. Right after he would drink alcohol, he would be in pain and unable to sleep through the night.
Out of the blue, one of his friends said, “I have to hand it to Zevian! How do you get her to wait on you hand and foot? Even my mom doesn’t take care of me as well as she does you!”
With a loud sound echoed, a wine glass was slammed onto the table, zipping everyone's lips and freezing the atmosphere.
Right there and then, I turned to Zevian, who frowned, looking too annoyed.
“I’m looking for a girlfriend, not a mother,” he snapped. “Who wants her taking care of me? She’s always hovering and nagging. It’s incredibly irritating!”
“Besides,” he sneered, “I never said she was my girlfriend.”