I hold back the anger in me at the news, knowing full well any of her exes are complete piles of s**t. I recognized this one as Sanders, never bothering to learn his first name. He was a baseball player, one that’s recently joined the MLB. Willow was the one that got him there and the way he thanked her was by sleeping with one of his many fans.
“If it isn’t my little kitten.” He greets her, completely ignoring my existence as he leaned his hand on our table, covering me from Willow’s view.
“You have a kitten?” She blinks at him, acting as if she didn’t understand when she clearly did.
He doesn’t care, moving right along as he leans into her personal space. “I did, but then she got feisty and ranaway.”
The son of a b***h has the audacity to run his finger along her jawline, trying
