Michael gripped onto the steering wheel, working to calm himself before he could reach the bastard's house. He needed to give the sick bastard a piece of his mind- he couldn't let him keep derailing his little girl. Truth be told he was burning with jealousy, despite Bianca's claims, he always felt as though Estebon had something he didn't, played a significant role in her life, that he couldn't fulfill. He didn't like the doubt, he wasn't a man of insecurities, but that could never be the case with his babygirl. He loved her too much, cared for her too much not to doubt if he was good enough for her.
He knew he shouldn't have discarded the morning issue that easily, but Bianca had managed to ease his worries with her heartfelt confession. Now it bothered him -no matter how much he tried
