The card

"Deal with me?" I inquired.

He nodded.

I was already confused about this attitude that Nick was now displaying before me, how will this man deal with me, why will he even deal with me? I thought frantically.

My head hurts already from thinking about him, he meant too much trouble to me, just being here for a brief moment made me feel so damn uncomfortable and insecure.

Nicholas had regained his posture on the bed, his hand searching his pocket to dig in 'God knows what'. In the end, he came out with a card; my journalist card.

"I guess this belongs to you," he said handing it to me.

Since I was sitting while leaning on the head bed, I leaned even farther behind aching my back.

"I do not think I need that anymore, thank you for ruining my life," I said rolling my eyes.

"Come on Megan, I am truly sorry for your perfect life," he replied sarcastically.