I stare at the woman who is staring accusingly at Liam. She's pretty with brunette hair and big green eyes. She's tall, lithe, and dressed up in a designer black dress, her heels clacking loudly on the floor as she faces off with him, her arms folded across her chest as though she's prepared for battle.
"What the f**k are you doing here Delia?" he burst out, sounding frustrated.
So the woman's name was Delia, I mused silently. So far she's been confrontational, rude, and even insulting toward me,a nd yet I've said nothing to her, at least not yet. Part of me wants to see where this is going.
"What's it look like Liam," the woman sneers, eyeing me with contempt. "I came back to get together with you. How surprised I was to find that you're hooking up with some slut that's no better tha
