The club lights cast a lurid glow as Zeenare watched Rhea dance with the man, a surge of pure, murderous anger churning inside him. He had never felt such an intense desire to kill. The hunger in the man's eyes was unmistakable; it would take a fool not to see the vile thoughts he was having.
Zeenare's blood boiled as he saw the man whisper into Rhea's ear, making her laugh. The guy was one of those idiots who found their own jokes hilarious, and yet, Rhea was laughing along.
She was wearing the most provocative outfit he had ever seen on her, and the most infuriating part was that another man's hands were all over her.
