Samantha's POV
“Trish?” Scrambling out of me, Miggy's eyes widened as he cast a glance over his shoulder. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Trish's lips quivered as her gaze darted from Miggy, who was now buckling his belt, to me, who was lying naked and defenseless on the bed. "You're a jerk, Miggy! What the fuck are you doing?" Trish responded as she struck him, but he shoved her away, causing Trish's body to slam hard into the wall.
"Get out of here, Trish!" Miggy raked his fingers through his hair fiercely as he yanked Trish up by the hair, making her wince. "How did you get here, huh? You've followed me yet again!"
To my horror, Miggy smacked Trish across her face, causing her to tumble down and hit her head on the ground once more.
"Miggy..." she groaned, her voice breaking. "This was not part of our plan!"
Plan? My eyes widened, and I struggled to pull up my pants with my hands dangling. I was busy putting my clothes back on while they were arguing and fighting.