ZOEY'S POV
Oh my God, this was not happening to me. Why did Roy have to open the door even after seeing I was not okay with him doing that?
"Baby doll, it's just Marcus."I heard him whisper in my right ear.
I tightly shut my eyes tightening my fist on his shirt."I know but I don't think I'm ready for him to see me here with you- in a compromising position- like this one we are in at the moment."I whispered to him. God, I know my cheeks were bright red at the moment.
Roy didn't say anything to me but in the next seconds, I heard his deep voice rumble." Marcus, come back later. My girl is not comfortable with you here." he said and my eyes flew wide open suddenly.
My girl? Roy just called me his girl. How sweet was that? I loosened my grip on his shirt as I slowly raised my head to look at him with a small smile on my face."Your girl?"I asked him.
He smirked relaxing back in his chair while looking at me in the eye."You don't like it?" he asked.
