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Tina pulled her car into the space outside her apartment building which was allocated too her, she got out and slowly walked around the car to get Ethan out.
“We need to talk,” Samuel said from beside her. He was close. He had come out of nowhere.
“No, we don’t,” Tina said picking up her son who looked at Samuel with a quizzical look.
“Yes, we do, in your shitty apartment now,”
Tina took a deep breath and picked up the bags she had in the back seat with Ethan. She closed the door and locked the car before getting into the elevator to her penthouse apartment. She let herself in with Samuel following her. Tina put Ethan into his room as Samuel paced the living room floor. While she thought about it, she took out her phone and dialled Bette’s number,
“Ti,” Bette’s voice came floating down the line.
“Help me,” Tina whispered.
“What’s the matter?”
“Samuel is in my apartment and he is too calm.”
“Please, just help me,”
Tina heard Samuel’s footsteps coming towards Ethan’s room and the last thing she wanted was for her son to see anything. She hung up the phone slipping it onto Ethan’s counter before walking down the hall meeting Samuel coming up towards her.
“Not near him please,” Tina whispered.
Samuel simply turned and walked towards the living room/dinning room/ kitchen area of the house. Tina slowly followed, she had seen the look in his eye. She knew that look.
“Why are you here?”
“What are you doing with that Lesbian?”
“I…” Tina didn’t know what to say. She didn’t feel like she had to explain herself.
“Are you fucking?”
“What?” Tina’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, yes her and Bette had had a few heavy make out seasons but nothing more had happened. They had only been ‘seeing’ each other for a month
“You heard me,” Samuel stepped forward, overshadowing Tina, he was six foot eight and muscular and knew how to throw his weight about.
Tina stepped back stumbling into the kitchen island. Samuel stepped forward, taking a fist full of her hair pulling her to look at him, Tina groaned in pain
“Tell me, what are you fucking doing with Bette Porter? You’ve been pictured with her repeatedly. You and her out and about with ‘the kids’ are you trying to mock me,”