Brandon
“I was just saying goodbye,” Jenna says sheepishly while folding her arms around herself.
“What seems to be the problem?”
“You, having your hands all over my girlfriend, that’s the problem!”
Is this what she’s been up to this past week?
Is this why she can’t bear to have me touch her because she’s fuc.king around behind my back?!
“Brandon, calm down.”
Calm down?
The jerk-off is smirking at me! He’s an inch taller than me, as built as I am. A Military man, I can tell from the way he holds himself, and he’s fuc.king British. Great, makes him all the cockier!
“He didn’t have his hands all over me. He hugged me, is all.”
I turn my angry eyes to Jenna. She jumps out of her skin. I’m not into intimidating my woman, but I won’t be fuc.king used like this! Not again.
“Please d
