“I don’t owe him my respect.” I state. “Please step away from the desk.”
He slams a hand down on it instead and it takes everything I have not to flinch.
“Why do you always act like a f*****g child?” he demands. “You think the world revolves around you but it doesn’t. Nobody wants you, not me, not him!”
I tilt my head, holding his gaze and my fingers curl slowly on the desk.
“A child?” I ask. “So you wanted to hook up with a child? Or am I a child because I wouldn’t let you put your diseased d**k anywhere near me? And who says I care about what you think of me? I’d just really appreciate it if you piss off.”
His jaw ticks.
For one split second, I think something drastic is about to happen, and I’m fully prepared to smash this keyboard across his face if it comes to that but the do
