“W-what are you doing here?” I stammered and walked past him to unlock my door, but he being the person he was had no issue with inviting himself in.
Time and time again I had thought of this scenario in my head where he apologized and we would move on with the first plan, but by the look on his face, I could see that those weren’t his intentions.
“Why aren’t you accepting my checks?” He demanded an answer out of me. Of course, it was about those damn checks again.
He followed me to the living room and grabbed my shoulder. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”
Disgusted I looked at his hand which was touching my shoulder. “I don’t want you to touch me.”
He looked offended but listened to me and he quickly removed his hand. “Just give me an answer and I’ll go, just tell me why you don’t want my money. Aren’t you suppose to be doing what’s the best for you and the baby?” He asked.
Me?
