Sasha didn't have much time to think before there was a loud, heavy knock on her door...only it wasn't a knock. It was the sound of it slamming open.
She jumped, startled, and almost dropped the mug of coffee she had been holding.
Evan stood in the doorway, breathing hard, his jaw tight. His usually warm brown eyes were sharper now, like polished steel.
"Evan..." she began, but he didn't give her the chance to finish.
"Don't," he said, voice low but shaking with restrained anger. "Don't try to sweet talk your way out of this."
She blinked, genuinely caught off guard by his tone. "What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" he barked, stepping inside. "You...my girlfriend...already have another man's hands on you. It's not even been two days, Sasha."
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