Frankie stared at you from across the room almost all night, until he got you alone when you went to the restroom. He got inside, locking the door and standing in front of you. He was your dad's best friend, almost twice your age but that didn't matter when he had you on his bed countless times before this. Before he gave you a rant about why it was wrong and it had to end.

"Your boyfriend? Are you serious?" He said in a scolding tone. He was jealous, even if he didn't want to admit it. You smirked, leaning against the sink. It was what you wanted, Frankie jealous after basically dumping you.

"You can't be with that man. He's an idiot." He said, looking at you up and down. He didn't want to admit it, but he hated the idea of you with another man.