Bryan
Unblinking, I punched in the numbers on the screen, handing over the phone to Damian and he stares at my outstretched hand. He looks like he isn’t interested in it anymore and I reacted violently. Raising my elbow back, for greater impact, I cuffed his cheek just as he had slapped me, only I packed power into my hit. “You were breaking up with me over a phone?”
Bending, he groans out in pain before straightening up, right hand across his left cheek, eyes wide staring at me in shock, dropping the bag. My privacy…what is wrong with him? Why is he so insecure? It’s me. I would never do what he accused me of.
“Not breaking up with you. I figured you would have slept downstairs…or gone home and think of this ca*p you’re pulling.”
I know what he isn’t saying. Or spent the night with Me
