“Jealous?” Montague’s smooth french accent sounded, his eyes solely focused on you, sharp like diamonds.

Lipstick marks lined across his face and neck, clearly not made by you. Who made them? You weren’t sure, but you did know that this little stunt only pissed you off more.

Undeniably, you were pissed at Montague, how he figured out you had a crush on him you don’t know, but wow, he was a jackass for holding if over your head.

“Well?” He voiced out again, a smirk on his cocky face.