CHAPTER 39
DRUNK 2.
~BRANDON POINT OF VIEW~
The question feels like a hot punch against my jaw. My jaw tightens slowly, and bile rises in my throat, anger surging deep.
She struggles to wiggle away, but I pull her in, tightening my grip. “First, I am not a creep. Second, I don't sneak up on people. What happened earlier was clearly a mistake. Enough of the creep jokes—it’s not funny.”
A slow smile tugs at her lips. “Truth is bitter, isn't it… Creep,” she drags the word this time, trying to rile me up.
I totally ignore her. “What do you want to get from the kitchen? I can go help you grab it.”
“None of your business,” she fires back. “Leave me alone and go find something else to do.”
I chuckle under my breath, saying nothing, just watching her. The only reason I'm still standing her
