SAMANTHA
He turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, the shower still running. I turned off the shower and emerged from the bathroom, wrapping myself in the plush robe that hung on the door. Standing in front of the mirror, I tried to process what had just transpired. "Permission?" I scoffed, watching my reflection. "Joker," I muttered, shaking my head. The absurdity of his words echoed in my mind as I tried to make sense of what just happened.
He's crazy. He said nothing happened between him and Laura, but the picture was saying otherwise, she was pressing all of herself on him. I don't even care about that. I didn't understand why he would get angry seeing me with another man, accusing me of doing anything for money. It hurt that he thought so little of me.
I took a deep bre
