Who’s the Dog Now? novel Chapter 51

Patricia couldn’t resist twisting the knife. Before Tiffany could retort, she skipped off to the barbecue stand to place their order.

Tiffany stood rooted to the spot, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palms.

“Naomi!” she seethed, chewing on the name. The memory of Naomi’s earlier taunt fueled the malice growing in her heart.

That bitch was definitely just playing hard to get with Zebulon! That’s why he’d been thinking about Naomi so much lately. So, she’d learned a few new tricks.

But Tiffany wasn't one to be trifled with. When she wanted something, she got it. She would never let go.

Tiffany turned and walked away. She had to find a way to make a bigger move on Zebulon, and soon.

If she kept passively waiting for him, she’d never secure her position.

“Just you wait, Naomi. You couldn’t land Zebulon because you’re useless. I won’t make the same mistake,” Tiffany muttered, a triumphant smile on her face.

Zebulon treated her differently than other girls. She was just one step away from victory!

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Naomi led Zebulon to the edge of the lake.

At this hour, it was a prime date spot. When Naomi turned her head, she saw a couple cuddled together and immediately blushed.

Zebulon saw them too, his gaze falling on the tips of Naomi’s ears, which were red enough to bleed. An idea flickered in his mind.

To be fair, Naomi was beautiful.

Her gentle, obedient nature made her seem as delicate and sweet as a doll, sparking a desire in others to protect her.

And to bully her.

Zebulon tilted his chin up arrogantly, his eyes playfully sizing her up. “Naomi, when did you learn to use these kinds of cheap tricks?”

Naomi couldn’t believe his narcissism. She shot him a displeased look. “I brought you here to make things clear.”

“At the dinner table that day, you said you wouldn't marry me. As it happens, I feel the same way. I think everything was made perfectly clear then, so there’s no need to discuss it further. Please stop bothering me from now on.”

With that, Naomi intended to leave.

Before, she would have wanted to stick to Zebulon twenty-four hours a day. Now, she was just tired. Every time she saw him, she was reminded of how he had humiliated her in that private room for another woman. She was exhausted.

And she was afraid of reverting to that pathetic girl with no dignity, chasing after someone who didn't want her.

She had finally dragged herself out of that mire. She was about to start an internship; her life was just beginning to shine. She refused to go back into that cage.

That cage called love had imprisoned her for years. She desperately wanted to see what else the world had to offer.