Curtis POV
The sound of glass breaking startled me. I jumped back a little to avoid being caught. I watched him as he*** rose like some kind of animalistic monster, his eyes glowing yellow with anger.
I walked up to him, shoving him back. He didn't have any right to come into my apartment and trash my entire house. He wasn't the one paying for the cleaning service, neither was he giving me any money to do so. Who the hell did he think he was?
He swung his fist at me, giving me a hard punch in the face. I held my aching jaw, letting out a humorless laughter that seemed to anger him more.
He tried to claw my face, but I dodged him, kicking him in the shin. I stood up, kicking him in the chest. He fell on top of the glass table, breaking it.
I'm so glad that my apartment is soundproofed
