“How many times do I have to tell you to get your f*****g hands off me?” I asked Alessa.
She trailed a finger down my chest and dropped her hand, rolling her big, makeup-dressed eyes at me. “What is your problem? You’ve been moody for the past few weeks. I just want to have fun, like we used to.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw one of the doors in the back hallway open. Roxie walked out of it with Marco trailing behind her. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to her, whispering in his ear. I balled my hands into fists, aching to end that man’s life right f*****g now.
Was I jealous of him? f**k yes. I wasn’t going to f*****g deny it. I had stupidly let him touch what was mine, and now, he thought he could do it all the f*****g time. Roxie wasn’t any better, using him to get on m
