GIANNA
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“What the hell are you doing here?” A scowl formed on my face immediately. I hated how he was casually standing in my room like he belonged there.
Instead of answering, he pushed off the door and looked around. “Nothing has changed here.”
Considering the place was left untouched for six years, it was bound to be the same. Brandon had seen my room three or four times as he rarely came back home with me during our two years of marriage. Remembering that we were married annoyed me further. “What are you doing here?” I repeated.
“Were you talking to your boyfriend just now?”
“I asked a question.”
“I asked mine first.” He pointed out.
“It’s none of your business. Get out of my room.”
“You seemed quite happy to talk and you asked them to call you later. It’s a man, isn’t it?
