I took a step closer, my eyes narrowing as I glared at him, standing on tiptoe to meet his gaze. "A sister? So last night, a ‘sister' gives her ‘brother' red roses—a symbol of romantic affection—and hugs him like that? And then the entire company cheers for them to kiss?"
My voice rose with frustration, the hurt and betrayal clear in every syllable. "Zane, I'm not an idiot. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
Zane's bravado faltered, his shoulders slumping slightly. He turned away from me, mumbling defensively, "Oh, so it's about this. It was all for show; the atmosphere was what it was. I didn't want to ruin everyone's fun. You wouldn't understand the need to play along. Besides, I only kissed her on the cheek, not on the lips…"
My anger surged, my heart pounding in my chest. "Oh, so if the crowd had urged you to go to bed with her, you would have gone along with that too, wouldn't you?" I challenged, my voice sharp with accusation.
Zane's face grew tense, his anger boiling over. He threw up his hands dismissively. "You're impossible to reason with sometimes! I have nothing more to say to you!"