Chapter 10

Cyrus’ POV

I kicked the door of my room open and entered inside while seething in anger.

My insides are burning in the fire of rage, my eyes are only seeing red. My hands which are clenched tightly to my side want to destroy everything around me.

“Who does she think she is?” I growled while kicking the coffee table placed in my room, causing the glass table to shatter into pieces.

“How dare she call me, R**ist?” I shouted while throwing the vase placed on the table near the door.

My breathing is coming out heavy. My chest is heaving up and down as I am trying to control my anger but it’s not working.

I plopped down on my bed and raked my hands through my hairs in frustration.

‘Why? Why does this woman affect me so much? Why?!” I slammed my fist on the mattress feeling irritated.

I was never like this. Nothing could ever bother me as much as this woman does. She makes me act in a way I have never before.

I had never approached a girl first in my life and enjoyed how women use