Nadia stared at the side of my neck, and her mouth opened slightly in shock before she quickly snapped it shut. She gripped her ceramic coffee mug so tightly that her knuckles turned completely white, because she clearly could not handle the physical proof of my relationship with Mason.
"You are completely shameless," Nadia sputtered while her voice trembled with genuine anger. "You have absolutely no class, and you are parading those disgusting marks around the kitchen like a cheap trophy."
"I am simply drinking my morning juice inside my own home, Nadia," I replied calmly. "You are the person who decided to stare at my neck, so you only have yourself to blame if you do not like what you see."
