My heart was pounding like native drums in my chest. "What? I don't—"
"Don't lie to me!" he yelled, throwing the phone onto the coffee table. It skittered across the wood, the screen glowing with the thread of messages from Matthew.
He hadn't scrolled far enough to see the video, but he had seen the goodnight, sexy. The "I want to rip those clothes off you."
"Who is this guy?" he roared, stepping into my personal space. "I’ve been enduring, while you’re out here acting like a common w***e behind my back?!"
"David, it’s not what it looks like! I was being—"
"I don't care what you're being!" He grabbed a decorative vase from the side table and smashed it against the wall. “He talks to you like he owns you!”
“It’s not like that,” I whimpered, reaching out to him. “I was at risk of losi
