“Stay the f**k away from my wife!” It was Clinton.
“Clinton?” I gasped out loud in shock.
“Mr. Clinton, we have a few questions for you as well.” Some ran to him, and I silently watched, ignoring the ones that were asking me to say something.
“If you people love your jobs at all, then you better leave before…” Clinton took out his phone, and just like magic, they all ran away, disappearing one by one, confused. Clinton quickly rushed to my side.
“Love, are you okay?” He asked as he helped me and led me to a bench beside the pool—I was still in shock.
Neighbours were all outside witnessing the scene; I could hear their little gossips—they feared Clinton.
“Stay here; I’ll be back.” He said as he sprinted away, then surprisingly returned with a bottle of water.
“This will help,” he sa
