"Oh gosh..." I gasped, horrified.
Fred's stormy eyes screamed murder.
"I..." You what?
"Don't test me, Gina. I'm close to snapping." He growled through gritted teeth, his jaw gnashing from the effort of controlling his temper.
Just like that, I wasn't feeling so bad anymore. No. I'm fucking pissed!
"What?" I challenged. "You're going to do something about it?"
My mouth had never been this crass nor bold. However, where Fred and I'm concern especially trap in the same space, my mouth couldn't contain their filthy words which I really didn't mean. My mouth's just like to rant when I'm angry and I couldn't help but go with the flow.
"You've no idea."