BRENT’S POV.
“I think I am disturbing you and your girl?”
The world came out of Joan's lips as I saw her walk out of the bathroom in her lingerie. Her wet feet slapped against the floor.
“Who is my girl?” I asked sharply. Pulling my brows together.
She paused a bit allowing my question to settle in the room.
“That girl… of course… Lena or whatever her name is being called.”
“Explain the meaning of 'your girl'?" I asked, lifting my gaze up. I watched her head swing to the side, using a hand towel to dry off her hair.
"Because it shows you are placing her above me…” she said, "always putting up the excuses that Eli had been used to seeing her…" She paused again like someone who had been careful with her words that didn't want to move past her lips. “… That… Orlena…”
She gravitate
