Billie Bob Jones
"Look Bobby I'm sorry," he tried to place his hand on my knee as we silently sat at the back of the lavish car whilst his driver took us back to the hotel. I had been staring out of the window ever since we left the bar with my arms folded over my chest.
I was absolutely livid. Who the hell did he think he was to handle me like I was some sort of object? At first I was too shocked to fight but now I was ready to cut his head off.
"Get your hands off me," I slapped his hand away with a growl.
His jaw twitched and his eyes darkened for a fraction of second before he breathed out. He was obviously trying to calm himself before he went psycho on me once again. "I'm trying to apologize."
"Stick your apology up your ass," I spat, "if you think you can lay your hand on me one more time I swear Benedito, I will rip your goddamn hand off."
