Mike entered the room, his eyes narrowed towards Hunter who gulped in fear. "Who the f**k do you think you're talking to?" he roared.
Hunter looked away with fear, shaking. "I didn't. . . k-know it was you." He whispered with stutters.
"You're messing around with my girl."
"But...I thought she was—"
"Get the f**k out." Instantly, he sprinted outside the room, as if his life depended on it.
I pressed my palm over my eyes, not wanting to speak to Mike at the moment. I heard the door close, and felt something thrown on my stomach. Afterwards, I felt a fabric run along my legs back to my opening, and I realized he placed my thong back on for me. He had also thrown me my dress.
Oddly enough, I assume my emotions were running all around the place, that my eyes began tearing up. I sniffed,
