Jairo's already irritated mood spiked when he entered his house and met the uninvited guest.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he spat, his tone sharp and dangerous. She wasn’t just trespassing but using his father's influence.
Eloise stood up quickly and walked toward him. She had been waiting up to an hour. Donald also came into view.
“Asking for permission wouldn’t have worked, but I had to come. How you doing?” she asked with a nervous smile, aiming for a hug.
But Jairo had other plans. He grabbed her wrist tightly, his grip hard enough to make her flinch.
“One of these days, I’m going to put a bullet through your skull,” he muttered and shoved her backward. He hates it when she does this. Acting as if they were lovers.
Eloise stumbled, trying to keep the frustration rising in
