I stalked by him, but he grabbed my arm. “Keith, please don’t leave. Let’s talk about it.”
I pulled my arm away from him. “Don’t fucking touch me right now, Gio. Just don’t.”
“Keith, please.”
“May I have my car keys?” I asked him, stopping at the bedroom door when I remembered the reason for coming here in the first place.
“No. We need to talk about this.”
I slowly turned to him. “Gio.” I didn’t raise my voice, I didn’t make any threatening move toward him. “Hand me my car keys. Now.”
He must have realized how serious I was because he walked over to the bedside table and removed my car keys from the top drawer. He approached me, and I grabbed the keys from him. Without another word to him, I quit his home. I quit Gio.