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"You know what, I'm never going to forget that. I'm just gonna go and find some random girl to spoil now." Niki looked around, he was so sulky.

I have actually never witnessed him this jealous before, sure, he was jealous sometimes, but to this extent?

"Niki, come on now." I rolled my eyes with a smile, he was actually so cute.

"I don't wanna hear it from you." He reached for his phone, despite his attitude, he was still not breaking the link of our arms.

He rang up a number, the phone only ringing for like a second.

"Hey Ji-Ho, I reconsidered. How 'bout I take you for a meal?" He did this on purpose, my jaw clenched at his pettiness. I attempted to slide my arm out of his, to that, he refused to break our arm link.

"Yeah, in like an hour. Sure." He didn't sound impressed by the tone of his voice, clearly he was doing this out of spite, but oh well.

He ended the phone call, not even looking at me and just clearing his throat.

"You are actually insane." I pulled my arm out of his link, scoffing at the pettiness he just gave me.

"Okay, how about you go and find a guy who makes you eat salad only and drink water dispenser water. He'll probably make you split the bill too even though his food cost more." Niki continued with his tangent.

"Jiyeo-" I tried to explain myself at least, but he kept cutting me off with his jealous antics.

"Maybe he'd even book a hotel and try to have sex with you, then get mad when you say no. Oh, and he'd probably make you sleep on the floor while you're at it." Niki scoffed, he was so pissed right now, "Cause clearly you're so into guys who act like that. No, I get it. It's fine though." He swung his car keys around his fingers, leaning on his car as he looked at his phone.

I looked at him, deadly serious.

"I'll let you cool down. Let me know when you finish spoiling Ji-Ho." I rubbed his arm, he perked his head up slightly, to look at me for a quick second, then went back to looking at his phone.

I walked away from him, heading to the car I came in with. As I sat down and started to drive off, I couldn't help but think about how he'll be spoiling some girl for no reason.

That girl should be me.

I clutched onto the wheel harder than I thought I was, it made me solely angry how he was trying to get back at me like this. He knew that Jiyeon forced me to do this, and he still continues to be mad at me? And not only that, he purposefully chooses to spoil a girl, knowing it'll annoy me.

That girl should be grateful, being spoilt by Niki is really something.

I slammed the door shut as I entered his mansion, the cleaners looking at me, then sweeping quickly and looking away.

I walked upstairs with spite, making sure every click of my shoes on the marble stairs echoed loud enough to alert the whole house I was pretty mad. I looked at Niki's room, the door was shut and the pin was unlocked for once.

"Is everything okay, Mrs Nishimura." One of the butlers addressed me as Mrs Nishimura, and that name alone made me grit my teeth.

"Mrs Nishimura, pfft. Should be Ji-Ho's title at this point." I angrily mumbled, leaving the butler confused, looking at me as if I was insane. I cleared my throat and looked at him with a smile, "Oh, yes, everything is fine."

He nodded, giving a slight bow as he walked away to the third floor. I made my way into Niki's room, I've probably been in here twice in total.

He had a huge dark room, it was so elegantly decorated yet carried such a daunting aura.

I looked around, it still amazed me even though I had been here before. I made my way to his walk in closet, this place was also huge, decorated with fine marble and intricacy. He had an island full of expensive watches, jewellery and much more.

Damn, it'd be a shame if someone threw away all of these. I rolled my eyes, stopping myself from doing anything that'd provoke his bad mood further. Instead, I just traced my fingers across the glass casing, looking around and seeing at all these clothes.

I traced my hands among the long rack of hoodies, how many hoodies does a guy need?

Nonetheless, I grabbed one of his hoodies, surely he wouldn't be able to count all of them and know every single hoodie he has. I took it over to my room, changing into shorts and the exact hoodie.

I hope he feels guilty when he sees me. That was my logic.