POV: Ameera
“No Keith!
I’m not leaving!” I told him pointedly, as I rolled my eyes at them, ignoring them both. If I had my phone with me, I would have distracted myself with some fun games right now. But he took that away from me too, and now he wants to push me around like a fool. Or maybe, he is the fool here because he doesn’t seem to know what he wants. One minute he’s cuddling with me, and the next minute he’s sucking her face like a s*x deprived teenager.
“You don’t want to play that dumb game with me, right now, Ameera. Get out of the f*****g room and give us some space. As a matter of fact, move your things to the guestroom down the corridor. I have no use for a daddy’s girl like you, and I certainly do not need you perching all around me. Now f**k off!” he yelled at me again.
