When my eyelids flutter open, a head full of blond curls is fussing over me. I blink twice and my vision clears. I see now that it is the bimbo who was touching Brandon, I shriek and push her off me. How dare her? She can touch, even have Brandon but not me.

A small yelp escapes the bimbo’s lips as her butt connects with the floor and a smirk decorates mine but it doesn’t satisfy me. I want to hurt her. I want to hurt Brandon. Where’s the bastard? Was he fucking her while I was unconscious? It is not beneath him, he’s a liar and a cheat. A...