“My date,” I say exasperated, realizing too late who had asked me. Oh, no.
All the vibe I’ve gotten from this man was possessiveness toward me, and I feel like I messed up.
“Repeat that for me.”
“Why?”
“Who? The fuck was that, Sophia?”
What is wrong with him? He can’t seriously be jealous!
“He is my date, Maxim. Why does it matter to you?” He slams the desk again, and once again, I feel terrified over his reaction. We were doing so well. It’s time for me to go and end this. I go to the front door to lock it and close the blinds. While I go through the motions, I feel him shooting daggers at my back. After all is done, I grab my bag and keys and head to the back entrance.
“Are you coming, or are you going to sleep here?” I ask him when he keeps standing where I left him instead of moving his ass.
All I see is pure anger in his eyes. He doesn’t answer me, instead walking right past me, leaving through the back door. I set the alarm and close the door.
When I walk outside, I expect him to be waiting for me to start round two of our fight, but I don’t see him anywhere. Should I be worried about that reaction? No, it’s okay. He probably needed to do something. Shaking my thoughts off, I get into my car and drive away.