“I’m not talking about Olivia.” “Can you tell us her last name? Who is she to you? What does she do?” “Un-fucking-believable.” I squeeze my eyes, a dark chuckle rumbling beneath my breath. With a step forward, I tower over the reporter who has the nerve to keep pushing. I don’t like being pushed, and the way he stumbles backward a half step tells me he finally sees that. “Olivia’s personal life is none of your damn business. Drop her name, because I can guarantee you my bite is as vicious as my bark.” The crowd clears as I push through to the change room. “Interview’s over.”
