"I told you to stay there." The man in the cab seethed, he held me to the wall, he was shaking.
"I don't even know your name. I don't have to listen to you. Also,"
"Also what?" He interrupted.
"It isn't that serious." I quietly said,
"It's serious, a man fell out of a building, Roger was almost drugged and killed!" His voice was loud, I cringed.
"Hey, what are you talking about?" Alana tried to step in,
"Don't worry about it, you didn't want to believe me earlier." I snapped,
"Wait, you told her?!" The man from the cab yelled,
I didn't answer.
"Wait, this is the mysterious man from the cab? Sexy," my sister laughed.
I didn't answer.
I got out of his grip and pulled him to my room. "We're going to talk. Alana, we'll talk later."

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Sophisticated Yet Naive
General FictionGetting involved with older, rich, whit men was harder than I thought.