When we reach in the penthouse he places me down to the sofa and I'm not talking to him.
He's gone too far this time.
"Did you follow us?" I keep my eyes firmly on him.
I see him wince as he takes a corner and out of my peripheral vision, I see him shake his hand.
He's upset it.
"That doesn't fucking matter." He scowls.
"That's fucking does matter!" I turn and look at his scowling profile.
Even I angry at him, he's still a handsome beast.
"Hey! I was fine until you turned up." I accuse.
He whips his head around to face me. I meet his stare with the same fierceness he's giving me.
"I'm fucking infuriated with you. Who is he and why he even followed you up here?"
"I… Hmm, I just an Ex!" I shriek.
"Why must you meet him?" He yells.
"We're just met to clear things," My forehead muscles are aching from scowling so much.
I jump when he punches the sofa stand.