Jesse
She answers on facetime, clearly in the club’s bathroom where she’s probably getting dressed to go home. I groan. I was going to talk, to ask for her opinion, to let her reassure me…but seeing her, I realise I want something else.
I want to see that she’s still mine. Xavier’s poisonous words fill my head, coating my brain until all I can think about is proving to him and me that she’s mine.
Only mine.
Never his, not ever again.
She’s my f*****g angel.
“Hi, Jesse, how was—”
“Lock the door, pants off now,” I order.
She blinks, watching me for a moment, even as I see excitement fill her eyes.
The phone is placed down on the counter, and a moment later, I hear the click of the lock before her face comes back on the screen. “Jesse?” she asks.
“Is that my name?” I demand.
She s
