[Tabitha’s POV]
A fiery pain stabs deep into my heart as I continue to shove Anthony toward the door until he is pressed against it and has nowhere to go.
“Tabitha, you need..."
“I don’t need to do a f*****g thing!” I counter, stepping back and taking a few breaths. “You’re the one that needs to put your f*****g clothes on and get out of my apartment.”
As the words leave my lips, someone begins to pound on my door, stopping any further argument.
"Damn, she has perfect timing,” I growl, running a hand through my hair. “Go on then, cheater. She’s waiting.”
“But…” Anthony manages before the pounding grows louder. “Dammit.”
Letting out a string of profanities, he quickly pulls on his pants and then yanks open the door to reveal a red-faced Holly, who looks about ready to burst into tear
