I don’t like hearing him talk about Ashlyn. I especially don’t like him calling her gorgeous. “Her name is Ashlyn and she is my fiancé.” I tell him, trying not to sound overly possessive. Randy is the type of man that finds unavailable women even more appealing than a woman that is literally throwing themselves at him.
Randy smirks. “A fiancé? I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone. Where have you been keeping her? In your basement?” He asks, laughing a little at his own joke.
I force a smile. “I sure have. I didn’t want someone like you to try to sink their claws into her.” I tell him, trying to make it sound like a joke.
Randy lets out another loud, belly laugh, throwing his head back. “Well, let me know when you two get a divorce. I would love to take a shot at her.”
I clench
