Strip!

Hardin's POV

As we arrived back at the house, I turned to Freda and said, “What's the problem” I noticed she had been quiet all through our way back and I couldn't help but think something was wrong.

“Nothing” she replied nonchalantly as she made a sudden move to get out, but I instinctively reached out and held her hand back. I could feel her tension, her desire to escape from the situation. It was clear that she had been avoiding me ever since she saw me with Shelby. And as much as I wanted to put on a facade of not caring, the truth was, that I cared deeply.

“Let me go,” she said angrily. I could feel the tension building between us as she tried to pull her hands away from mine.

Frustration and anger surged through me, and without thinking I yelled at her, “Just shut up and stop acting like a little bitch” my voice filled with authority. But instead of bringing her closer, my attempts to assert control only seemed to push her further away.

I realized the mistake I had made. I had