Chloé roared at me with everything breath in her little lungs to the point I had no choice but to jump out of my reverie. My eyes lazily glanced at her from the glass table it was focused on.
My mind was still stuck on what happened two hours ago at the D.G.C's building. I subconsciously slammed the table as I heaved frustratedly. Chloè wasn't helping. For fuck's sake she NEVER helps. She has only used me over these past years.
"What the fuck do you want?" I gazed at her murderously.
There was no atom of fear on her face, only rage, all Chloé could see was fucking rage and jealousy. I mentally scoffed at her.
"See what your jealousy has caused!"
"Oh stop the fucking act, you shouldn't even dare talk about jealousy in front of me because you and I both know you're MORE jealous."
She just paced around my office. Something brought me to her feet, she wasn't wearing heels. Chloé always wore heels, even back in RAA. It's funny how she never got dress coded. Plus on top of that, she was drenched from head to toe.
"The entire news is filled with you being dragged out of her building and then an hour later, Daniel comes out with a fucking broken nose. How the hell do you expect me to react André?! Just check on twitter, everyone is coming up with different theories on what happened. Just wait till evening when D.G.C workers close and go back to their families, then everyone will know what the actual fuck happened between the three of you!"
"Your care amuses me, my darling." I smirked at her fury filled faced.
"I hate you." Chloe glared at me. "We are engaged yet you still find yourself in a scandal with her AGAIN!"
"I was rated the most scandalized bachelor in America last year, did you know that, darling?" I took a hold of my cup of black coffee and sipped it. It tasted disgusting, what the hell?!
"You are supposed to treat me right." Chloé spoke with a cracked voice. If it were any other human being hearing that, they would apologize. But I'm not nice, at all. Especially when it came to Chloé and her fake tears. If Chloé wasn't obsessed with shoes, she probably would have been an A-Lister actress like Brie. They're both obsessed with hiding their true feelings.
"Tell that to your mom." I sipped on my disgusting coffee, hoping it would taste better the second time.
I watched her jaw fall to the floor at my audacity. "You are cruel."
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