Ziggy's eyes darkened as he stood blocking Fara's exit, his imposing frame filling the doorway. "Care to explain, Sean?" he spat, his voice sharp and accusatory. "What the hell are you doing here with my girlfriend?"
Sean didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned casually against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Your girlfriend?" he repeated, his tone mocking. "Funny, Ziggy, because last I checked, Fara makes her own choices."
"She does," Ziggy snapped. "And she chose me. You're nothing but a chapter she closed a months ago."
Fara, sandwiched between the two men, groaned. "Can you both stop? This is ridiculous."
But Ziggy ignored her, stepping closer to Sean. "You shouldn't even be here, Sean. You're married. Or did you forget that little detail when you decided to bring my girlfriend to a hotel?"
