Third Person POV
“You need to stop showing up at my house, Stella,” Ethan said as he stepped off his front porch and headed towards his car. Stella Airborne, a stripper that Ethan had courted and had s*x with on multiple occasions, followed him, tears clear in her eyes.
“You haven’t returned any of my calls, Ethan,” she said, her hands tugging at one another, her body visibly trembling.
“There’s nothing we need to talk about,” he told her. “It’s over between us.”
“Is it because of that rich woman?” Stella asked.
“I’m not sure what you are talking about.”
“I’m not stupid,” she said, grabbing his door handle before he could open the car door. He paused and turned towards her, his eyes blazing with anger. Ethan was not one to be messed with, especially by a w***e.
“Watch yourself
