I listened to the guys warning me about Bret. He was never obsessed with me, we were dating and, for men who never dated, only screwed around, I could understand why they would misinterpret it.
“We dated for a very long time. Its called love, not obsession. All of this could have been avoided if Conner had never forced my father to keep Bret away." mentioning my father brings up the raw reminder of losing my father.
"If anyone is to blame, its Connor.” I said through my tears. Both men looked at each other, then back to me.
“Bret and I had a very clear understanding when it came to our mates. I will go talk to him...” I stood up and both men jumped to their feet, arms up at their side, indicating that they had no intention of letting me go to Bret. I looked at them in astonishment.
