Travis

“Are you fucking him?” He fired the question without even letting me reply first.

He steps closer, leaving only an inch between us.

“You’re sleeping with Jonathan aren't you?” He throws another question like an angry dog ready to bite me if I don't give a reply.

“Goodness! Why would you even think of something like that?” I furrowed, pushing him back a little. “Mr. Alvarez already hates me for being a gay because of you.”

“Wait…you're…you're not gay?” He squints.

“I guess I am now right?” I rolled my eyes.

Carlos giggled like a child, “don’t tell me that was your first sex last night?” He asked, looking...