“Now I know you are angry because I asked him for breakfast. Are you jealous?” I asked in disbelief.
“What? Me? Jealous over a sixteen-year-old? And for what? You?” he said in a mocking tone. “Don't heighten your standards. I can't believe you were able to trap a sixteen-year-old too. What do you want from him? I don't think he has that much money, so what do you want from his body? Yes, that is what you want. Like always you enjoy other men's touch. It doesn't matter if he is twenty-five or sixteen" he said in a mocking tone. Making his theory about my character.
I stared at him in disbelief. I was burning in anger. How can he accuse me of such things? I want to slap him hard but I had coffee in my hand. In reflex, I threw the coffee on him. I aimed for his face but it landed on his chest. He hissed in pain when the hot coffee spread causing a burning sensation on his chest. At that time I realized what I have done.
I threw hot coffee on him.