“Who the hell was that?”
I seethed as I looked at him. “You’re not in the right frame of mind to ask me this question. What are you doing here? I hope you didn’t follow me!” I shot out in disbelief.
He grabbed my arm and led me to the car. I pulled my hand from his when we got to his bike, and tried to leave. He turned me around me to face him immediately.
“What’s your problem?” I snapped.
“You’re my problem, Maya. Why would you come to this type of place, and meet that guy. Don’t you have any form of pity for yourself?” He snapped at me.
I looked away from him. “I told you that he is just a friend. You’re bringing stout of proportion. You know that,” I accused.
He shook his head. “I’m not. You mustn’t come to this type of area again. Now, be a good girl, and let’s go home. I’m takin
