Melissa ignored Damien's question. She stretched her hand to take the pizza from him but he moved it farther from her reach.
"What do you mean by Gina on my bed?" He asked again.
Melissa rolled her eyes, wondering why he was making her voice out everything when the truth was really obvious.
"I know she's your woman. Or should I say f**k body?"
"Why would you think I'm f*****g her?"
"Can you just pass me the pizza? I'm tired of being interrogated. Why are you even here? Didn't you both plan to visit the club?"
Damien ignored her question. "Why do you think I have something to do with Gina?"
"Isn't it obvious? She is all over you. She calls you by your first name. Look at her outfit. She was literally f*****g you in front of me. God knows what you both really do behind closed doors. P
