Vixon
Jenson stood infront of me at a complete lose for words. He kept opening and shutting his mouth. I could tell he was blaming himself for this mess. He finally turned walked away about 5 feet punched a stone pillar broke it, then cleared his throat and walked back to me. He grabbed my shoulders and slowly rubbed his hands up and down. His breath was shakey and he looked at me and placed his forehead against mine.
"I am so sorry Vixon I should have told you sooner. This could absolutely ruin us. This could make you mad and hate me. So please stay and listen and if your mad be mad but promise you won't leave me."
I wanted to say something. He looked at me and stepped back gesturing to the patio chairs. The steel chairs were solid black and heavy. He put his head in his hands. I could
