20
GABRIELLA
“Gabby, stop fighting, it’s me!” Tyler snapped, holding me down.
He let me go and I angrily rolled off the bed, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands; he was still blurry when I tried to look at him.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed. “You need to leave.”
Getting to his feet, he stalked over to me and held me firm with his hands, squeezing my upper arms. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me where you were last night.”
He was dressed in the same jeans and green polo shirt from the night before … the night he spent having s*x with someone he didn’t know, not even her name. Yes, it was me, but the point was that he chose to live his life like that, with no regrets.
Feeling the anger boil beneath my skin, I glared down at his hands on my arms and then u
