GAGE'S POV: Gage and Mystery Man (****) ;)
“Cassidy.” **** sighed,
sounding relieved. “God, I’m glad you called.”
“Not Cassidy,” I
responded.
It only took a few seconds
for him to get it, “Gage,” he stated firmly.
“Yep.”
“So she’s there with you.”
“Yep.”
“And you’re calling, which
means she’s told you about me.”
What pissed me off more
was that he’d known about me and still kissed her, begged
her to stay with him. “Told me absolutely everything about you, including how
she felt about you.”
“Everything,” he said
doubtfully.
“Everything, meaning I
just had to listen to my fuckin’ world talk to me for an hour about a guy who
knew about me and still fuckin’ kissed and had her up against a wall with her
legs around him. She even told me how she helped you out with your clothes
before you got in the shower. So yes, I know it all.”
“Jesus.”
“I don’t appreciate
people touching what’s mine,” I said in a low warning tone.