Chapter 32 - Jo Thompson

Jo POV

“Mom?” I shout from the bathroom. Once again, I forgot to bring clean towels, and as my mom is a control freak and a clean maniac, she changes my towels every three days. She doesn’t reply, so I open the bathroom door and walk naked back into my room. When I close the door, I am faced with Greg sitting on my bed holding a picture of Layla.

I grab my robe immediately covering myself as his eyes move up and down my body. I feel my stomach turn as he looks at me like I am a piece of meat. “Looking good,” he says, and I roll my eyes crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“What do you want?” I ask, gathering courage I have no idea I had. He stands up and walks to me curling a strand of hair that has fallen off of my messy bun. I smack his hand away and he grabs my wrist pulling me closer to him.

“Oh my little