"What did you do? Benjamin breathed into her face, pacing even more closer to her just as she kept shifting away from him,
"You are talking nonsense! I didn't do anything to her. Get out of my house?" Victoria yelled at the top of her lungs but it was almost too late. Benjamin was already inside of her home,
Victoria watched with clenched worry as Benjamin shut the door behind him.
He pulled off his jacket and threw it on a couch,
Victoria's eyes widened in shock, "What are you doing in my house?!" she exclaimed, her voice firm and commanding, watching with fright as he went on to pull his shirt off, leaving him with only his white undershirt and his trousers—plus, the gun resting on his waistband,
Victoria clamped both her hands to her mouth when she saw the gun. With a wide-eyed expression, she began to step back with her sudden feeble legs that were almost threatening to give up walking at any moment.
