CHLOE's POV
‘‘Guess, she was really pissed off...’’ Easton remarked as he transferred the dish that he had prepared on a plate.
‘‘You're right, she was...’’ As I set the phone down on the table, I couldn't help but giggle.
‘‘You should then anticipate that she will become much angrier with you.’’
‘‘I don't have any fear of her...’’ I shrugged. ‘‘I’m not doing anything wrong… and to tell you the truth, I could care less what she thinks of me at this point.’’
‘‘I still can't believe you said all that to her...'’ He laughed and shook his head as he made his way towards the dining room carrying a platter of filet mignon with garlic butter. I can hardly wait to get my mouth on it.
I leaped with excitement off of the stool when I recalled that he had issued a dare and I made my way to follow him into the dining room. ‘‘Hey! You owe me two hundred bucks, boss…’’ I smiled with victory as I opened my palm in front of him.
‘‘Two hundred bucks…?’’ his eyes widened.