Sarah
Benton has been watching me working for the past two hours.
Why?
I don’t know.
He’s been sitting with some slim blonde the whole time he’s been here. She keeps leaning into him, whispering in his ear. Benton keeps laughing at whatever it is she’s saying, and my blood is boiling because of it.
He did this on purpose because I wouldn’t answer his calls.
Why should I have?
Every damn call was nothing but Benton leaving me voice mails telling me not to let Brandon touch me, and if I do, he’ll make Brandon pay. That in itself scared me because Benton sounded so serious when he said that.
Then there was the begging me to answer his calls and speak to him. Benton wanted to know why I was ignoring him and why I thought it wouldn’t pis.s him off more.
Then he went one further and yel
