Fustration clung to him as he stepped closer to Cleo, towering over him a little.
''If you need help—
''I fucked your wife motherfucker!'' Cleo screamed, stepping backwards.
His voice broke, his eyes red like he was on the verge of tears.
Alex stepped closer. ''Ex-wife.'' He murmured.
''Fuck you!'' Cleo muttered, heading back into the room.
He picked up his suitcase and left the room, his team mates trailing behind him as they headed for their ride.
Alex exhaled sharply, unclasping his grasp on his arm.
He was tired of the back and forth.
He didn't want it anymore.
After what Don Davis had said, he realized he didn't even hate Cleo as he thought he did.
Maybe it was because he was over Stella now.
Or because he realized that he never asked his bestfriend what really happened before jumping into conclusions.
He walked back to the private room. ''Let's go.''
Anna stared up at him, feeling the coldness seeping off him.
