CASSANDRA’S POV.
He turns away from me without walking away and he pinches the bridge of his nose before turning to face me with his ears now as red as his face due to anger.
“Tell me.” His voice is deeper than usual and I would have flinched, but I can take the hit.
Not the blow in the face or body kind. you know what I mean.
“Tell you what?” I ask and thus time I pinch myself.
“Give me the details of how you enjoyed straddling your ex and making out with him. Tell me without mincing out a single detail.” Not that he will be able to hurt me if I do not answer him, but there is command in low and deep tone that I cannot explain.
“Archer, it was an after party. I was drunk. I was just told I did.” I respond and tighten my grip on the telescopic handle of my trolley bag.
“You are wai
