My Mate's Wedding Drama
“I WAS! I don’t know who Peter slept with. It wasn’t me. But they blamed me because I… I wanted Peter to be my mate. I thought he was. I sent him gifts… and my under--”
Paige stopped speaking as Bobby flipped over the dining table in anger.
“TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS,” Bobby demands.
Paige looks at me, scared to death. We both stand up, and I stand in front of her. “I will die before I let you rape her,” I tell him.
“Rape her?" Bobby repeats back angrily. "Ladies, you have no idea what you are talking about. In fact, half of what you’ve told me this morning is complete and utter nonsense."