Chapter Twenty Eight

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Jake's POV:

I stared at the empty spot where she was standing a few moments ago in shock. I turned to the girl and glared at her.

"Get out of my house," I said gritting my teeth.

"I helped you to come home last night, and you are treating me like this," she said with a scowl on her face, she was fuming in anger.

"Thank you so much for helping me. Now, pray tell, what the bloody hell you are doing in my bathrobe?" I asked.

She looked at herself and she had the decency to blush.

"You vomited on my dress last night; I had to take it off because it was spoiled. I didn't want to rampage through your closet like a creep so I wore a bathrobe."

I just wanted her to leave my house and ran after Elena, but that woman was getting on my nerves.

"Why didn't you tell her nothing happened between us? And don't you dare to tell me that I don't remember because I clearly remember every single thing that happened last night," I said in a threatening tone. "You forced me into your car and told me you would drop me off," I added.

"I was trying to help you," she said trying to appear innocent.

"I didn't ask you to help me," I spat.

"If you didn't want me to help you then why did you tell me your address?" she asked folding her arms on her chest.

"You were yelling at me, I had a headache and I wanted to get rid of you," I replied honestly.

"What the hell is going on here?" A deathly voice asked.

I snapped my head at Brandon and gulped in fear. He gazed at the girl from head to toe, his blue eyes started to blaze with anger and he stormed to me.

"I can explain," I chocked.

"You bastard!" He yelled.

Before I could do anything to protect myself from experiencing another blow, he punched me, and I stumble back, groaning in severe pain. I heard the scream and turned to see the girl rushing towards me.

"Should I call the police?" She asked.

"Leave, Sharon!" Brandon yelled making her jump in fright.

My head span around, I shook it to get rid of the haziness and glanced at the girl.

"Are you deaf? Just leave, woman!" I yelled at the girl.

She flinched and started to make her way towards the guestroom.

"Where do you think you are going?" I grabbed her arm.

"I'm going to take my dress," she said with a glare.

"Didn't you just say I vomited on that dress and spoiled it?" I asked and her eyes became wide. "Just get out of my house before I throw you out myself," I said in a threating tone.

"But I...I am wearing a bathrobe," she said bunching it close to her chest.

"You didn't have any problem with this bathrobe when you opened the door wearing it. Now you better leave in this," I said dragging her towards the door.

She shrugged her arm away from my grasp and snatched her purse from the center table, and then she stormed out of the house. Now, I was left alone to deal with a murderous-looking Brandon.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Brandon asked pushing me back. "Did you think I will let you live after catching you cheating on my sister with her friend?"

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