Blaiz
As I slicked my hair back, I thought about what had just happened, and it pissed me off more than it pleased me. When I was done, I stood by the shower and glared at Quayliah.
“What?” she asked when she realized.
“If you ever show up in my bedroom like this again, it will be the last time,” I warned before turning on my heel and leaving my personal bathroom.
I went straight to my closet and grabbed a light blue button-up shirt and put it on. As I did the buttons, Quayliah appeared in the doorway and leaned against the door frame while mumbling, “Why are you so against me coming here to tend to your needs? Isn’t this the most appropriate place for that?”
“No, it’s not. Especially not here. You know my son is across the hall. It is completely inappropriate,” I responded in a
