<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea bristled, her hand coming up and hitting the table,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"You aren't my fucking keeper! You don't get to lay down rules and try to control me!"</span>Lea's emotions were running wild and she had to hold herself back from outright attacking Carlos. He made her so angry with how he tried to control her.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"><br/>"I will do what I want, when I want. Meanwhile you can go fuck yourself!" </span>she bit out, standing from her chair.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"You think you can just walk back in and start taking control of my life!? Of me?!"</span>she asked viciously as she towered over his unimpressed form as he sat.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "News flash, pal! I have been doing just fine on my own and can take care of myself! Why don't you just go worry about some other woman, like Maria?" </span>at that point, Lea was just aiming to piss him off as much as he pissed her off.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"I don't need a hero, okay?!"</span>she stomped her foot, her hands clenched at her side as she shook with rage. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright with emotion.