“You're late!”
When Samantha returned home, she was greeted by Kendrick's voice. She was deep and authoritative, but she didn't let herself be intimidated. She bravely meets his stares, which are like daggers piercing her chest. The way he looked at her hurt her.
“It's only three o'clock in the afternoon,” she replied flatly.
“I called you at two o'clock and told you you'd be home in thirty minutes, but it's been an hour,” Kendrick continued.
“When I meet Kyle, what do you think he'll say if he realizes you're manipulating me? If he's aware of what's going on between us?” Samantha shot back.
“Why? Are you too afraid to tell him or too embarrassed to tell your best friend that you cheated on me? That you haven't changed and that you're in a relationship with a woman?” Kendrick gritted
