You can't describe the anger you feel for your boyfriend. No, ex-bf. That cheating motherfucker.

You storm out of the parking lot, having seen enough. You really need to take your anger out on something. Or someone.

You bump into what feels like a wall. Strong arms stabilize you as you stumble back and look up. His face, his strong body, his lips, and that mouth of his. This was wrong. You couldn't be lusting after Blaize. He’s your ex’s dad.

“You alright?” He asks, protectively.