My eyes burned with fury as I stared at him. I knew he was not going to be able to deny it because, of course, it was true that he was sleeping with her, and the Donald that I know would not see any reason in the world to deny it just to make me feel better.
"You are not at least going to lie about it?" I asked him, staring at his face, hoping that he was going to change his mind and tell me something that would make me feel better aside from this hot, piercing truth.
"Why am I going to lie about it, Venessa? It's obviously the truth that you want to hear, and the truth is yes, I have been sleeping with Cassandra. I have been touching her, and I did not regret it," he said to me.
"So she comes here, and in a few weeks she already has you all to herself, while I have been here all these years going through every broken moment with you, but you won't even let me kiss you?"
