"My version of truth?" Mirabel's widened in shock as she pointed a finger at herself. "Did you just call me a liar, I woke up to find you on top of me, why we're you on top of md if you weren't tryi to r**e me?" She questioned and it made sense to him.
"It was your fault," he defend himself. She scoffed at his words and asked, "my fault? How is it my fault that you have naughty thoughts," she asked.
"I woke up to find you on top of me," he blurted. "What?" She exclaimed and continued. "I was on top of you? Find a better way to change your story cause I ain't going to buy that," she said folding her arms under her breast.
"I swear it's the truth, I woke up to find you pressing your breast on me," he blurted and she threw a pillow at him. "Pervert!" She screamed.
"I'm not a pervert, all
