"Your place?" Branded replicate, his tone questioning. "Why are we at your place? I need to go home. All of this was because I wanted to go to my house. Why are we at your place?"
His lips lifted up to a smirk. "You were convincing me on how much you needed to go home, consider me convinced."
"Yeah?" Brandon scoffed, his anger surging. "Did you not understand the amount of times I said my. I said I would like to go to my house, mine, the one I am leasing to be mine. The house that I have least in my name. My apartment. Is it clear now or do you need to start saying my again?"
"I heard you the first time when I was convinced that you needed to go to a house. I choose my house."
"Why would you do that?!" Brandon threw his hands up in the air, letting him slap against his thighs in frustration.
What part of it did he not understand?