"Just what the hell are you doing?" I asked him when I had finally grabbed him away from my colleagues.
He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me. "I was just trying to help you. I'm saving you from them so they won't talk about you that way again." He said.
I scoffed and shook my head. "No you're not helping me. You're making if more complicated for me. You made me look like a w***e and a slut in their eyes." I said in raged.
"What? So being my girlfriend makes you look like a w***e and a slut?" He asked..
I shook my head. "No. But you know I just came from a break up. It's not been a month since my wedding had been broken and you had announced that I am your girlfriend. What do you think will people say about me?" I asked.
"You don't have to be worried about what might people
