The chair thuds on the ground of my bedroom floor as I forcefully throw my suit jacket against it.
Fuck me for having a perfect timing on practically professing how I truly fuckin' felt for Ayla.
But it's not my fault the pathetic little thing beating inside my body wasn't a composed fuckin' man.
It was a complete TNT bomb at my face when Maddie accused me of being a killer when I haven't even done the deed.
I can't say I'm innocent in all that considering the s**t I was cooking up inside my head. Maddie wasn't far off.
What ticked me was the complete betrayal on her face. That delineated her belief of what she was accusing me of. Never mind the fact that I caught her with some random guy between her legs practically shoving it at my face.
Maddie was a jealous girl, I know that much
