Geneva
I stare at Demir, my heart thumping like crazy in my chest. I am still mad and I have no idea why. It’s not like he owes me an explanation.
“Yeah, whatever,” I shrug, pushing him off and turn away from him because it’s suddenly too much and I can’t take it. What the hell am I even doing here, with him of all people?
Demir grabs my arm and forces me to turn to him. “It’s not ‘whatever’,” he says, his voice suddenly raised. “It’s not f*ucking whatever. I told you the most sacred thing about myself, about my kid, and you just dismiss me?”
“Well, what do you want me to say?” I scream back, suddenly annoyed beyond reason. “Congrats on having a kid, anyone can have a kid though, it’s nothing special to brag about! I bet he’s nothing special too. Though it must suck you have to be lock
