She balled her fists and muttered “fuck!” when she saw him slam his door and sprint up the walkway. She turned from the window and jogged downstairs. Before she could warn Josephine not to answer the door for him, her step mom was already at the door. Josephine, her dark hair wrapped in a silky up ‘do, turned her head and saw Tristan coming down the stairs. She slowed down when her eyes met Dominic’s. “We gotta talk, right now.” “Come inside,” Josephine offered Dominic. “No thanks,” he said politely, eyeing Tristan. “Please, talk in the living room. I’ll be in the kitchen,” she said with her sexy smile in her sexy accent. Dominic gazed at Josephine who disappeared down the hall. He blinked and then looked back at Tristan. She was in a pink tracksuit gripping onto the banister. “Why the hell did you do that? Are you fucking stupid?” He was trying his best to keep his voice low so only Tristan could hear him but it was super difficult to not shout at her, or even slap her one.
