Brent’s POV
Shit. s**t. s**t. s**t f**k. f**k! Layla and her big f*****g mouth. The last thing I need is for Rose to get the wrong idea which judging by the look on her face, may be too late. Looks like being a man-w***e is coming back to bite me in the a*s. b***h-a*s Layla is smirking across from me, obviously very pleased with the drama she’s attempting to create in front of everyone.
“Hey Rose sweetheart can we go somewhere and talk?” I begged.
“I’d like that, seems we have a bit to talk about.” She replied.
I took her delicate hand and we walked out the front doors and went to go sit in my mustang. “Rose I can explain” I started. I gave her a few seconds to stop me and when she didn’t I continued, “yes I used to sleep with Layla but that’s all over now. I wouldn’t touch her with a
