MORGAN'S POV
Raegan was still scowling deeply but as he rose I realized it wasn't directed at me. In fact, it seems like he was mad for me!
I took a quick glance at his girlfriend that was sitting on the floor in a heap of one of the most disgusting things that planet earth had to offer, her entire body covered in an unmaskable stench while she silently seethed about not being rescued. I wanted to feel bad for her, but then I remembered she screwed my fiancé so I felt nothing instead.
"Who are you?" I heard Paris ask and turned to look at her. She glanced at me, a frown forming on her face as her perfectly sculpted brows creased in annoyance at having been interrupted and no longer the center of attention. "Do you know him, Morgan?"
Even though she was angry at Raegan, she still had the good sense to ask me if I was acquainted with him in other to not mess with someone who was close to me.
