***ALEX'S POV***
I could kill him. I could literally kill him. I mean, seriously? He just went and told his story book dad that we were dating. He couldn't wait? He couldn't let us get to know the situation a little better? He couldn't let us have time to make up a decent fucking story? SERIOUSLY!
I swear, if I can't kill him then I need to hurt him. I need to slap some sense into him.
"UGH! GAHH! URRAGHH!" I couldn't stop the angry grumbling sounds from coming out as we walked around to his family storage buildings. They were located around the back of the building, which I saw was a lot bigger than I thought that it was.
This place wasn't just the store and workshop that they owned and operated, it was also their home. The two of them and most likely the story book mom and siblings all lived in that house. I didn't have many memories of this family, just the name of the dad and the business that we did together. Nothing else at all.
