I Found it

Xander

The muscles around my eyes and forehead were tense as I gazed piercingly at the cut in my hand which I got from the broken glass.

I closed my eyes, groaning in pain as I pulled out the bit of glass in my thumb and watched my blood drip to the floor of the empty room.

I heard moaning sounds coming from the opposite room and it only made me angrier.

“She is here and in another man's arms! Does she ever stop?!” I said, clenching my fist.

“That's not Bruce so who is it?”

I wanted to go out and throw whoever it was a hard punch. I didn't care if it was the president's only child; I wanted to squeeze his neck until he ran out of breath.

I paced around the room, thinking about my next move, when the door opened slowly. My eyebrows were drawn together as I turned quickly towards the direction.

“Hey, hottie,” I heard the masked lady say. She took slow, deliberate steps towards me, swaying her hips in a quite abnormal manner. She maintained steady eye contact with me, her eyes telling me