The condo door slammed so hard the frame rattled.
Jett stood in the middle of the living room, chest heaving and fists clenched so tight his knuckles had gone white.
He glared at Bianca who was still near the couch, staring at him like she didn't just do what she did.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Jett's voice was low at first.
She blinked. "Jett-"
"I asked you a question." Jett sneered, stepping closer to her.
Her posture straightened defensively. "Your brother told me to come here."
"My brother doesn't live here."
"It's not like I wanted to come here without permission, you weren't answering your calls."
"Who gave you my fucking number?" Jett's asked again, stepping even closer.
"It was Alex. He said-"
"And that gives you the right to show up in my house? Half naked? Calling yourself my fiancée?"
Her lips parted slightly. "I am your fiancée. That's what your family agreed on."
"I didn't agree on any shit." Jett snapped and took a few steps back.
