Chapter 30

I close the door or that's what I want to do, but his foot prevents me. I press my weight harder on the door, he lets out a scream. His foot is being compressed.

I use my best angry face to confront him. I open the door again.

He sighs, knitting his eyebrows together.

She looks sexy, yes, but don't let that get to you, dear.

“Freck told me that girls like flowers, which are good for an apology gift.” He extends the bouquet to me.

“Say now what you're coming for.” I cross my arms rejecting the flowers.

He lowers the flowers, licks his lips, looks at me with his head down.

"We can talk?" she asks, sounding pleading.

I shift my focus to something other than her appetizing wet lips.

“What should you and I talk about?”

It approaches, I retreat.

"Of us."

I frown more. It was a joke.

“Which one us?” I questioned in disbelief, I laughed at his seriousness, “The us that you destroyed or the us that you made me believe existed? “I still don't have it very clear.”

I hurt him, his eyes went elsew