The relationship contract

Chapter 45

Kristine almost get lost when finding her condominium door. She swayed while walking. She steadied herself when she fished for her unit keys. All she could think of was bed. It's a good thing she went to watched BEATS, it took her mind of Christian a bit.

The moment she went in and closed the door, an angry voice spoke up.

"Where the hell have you been???!!!"

Kristine jumped up from surprise. Her first thought was that a burglar had gone inside.

She groped for the light and turn it on. Christian Davidson was sitting at the couch, his face scowling. He had turned the tv off and stood up walking to where she stood.

She started removing her shoes then kicked it aside. She pretended to not hear nor see him.

"Hey! I asked you where have you been? I have been trying to reach your phone since 7PM!" he said angrily shaking her. The shaking made her dizzy. What was Christian's problem?? Didn't he said that they should mind their own businesses??

"I am out on a date." She said evenly, then went out of his grasp. Went to their room and started removing her clothes to change. Christian followed her.

"Out on a date. With who??" he asked tightly, following her movements.

"That's none of your business,"she said as she pulled a fresh new pair of undershirt and boxers. She hadn't noticed that it was Christian's things that she pulled out. His eyes raked her like mad. She was so embarrassed to be scrutinized by him like a display.

"Yep. Just as long as he didn't kiss nor touch you. Did he??" he asked rhetorically.

Kristine wanted to laugh. The very thought that Christian would be jealous sounds too absurd. Or was it his pride??

"Ofcourse not. Now, do what do I owe the presence of your company??" she asked sarcastically getting inside the bathroom, brushing her teeth.

"Why are you so damn sarcastic?? What did I do?? I should be the one getting angry here not you. I have waited for six hours for these shit??!!" he thundered.

"Me? Sarcastic?? I don't have the right to get angry at my boss or do I??"

"Boss! What are you talking about?"

"No. You tell me what do you meant by letting Jenna handle my project?? Let see, You see me uncapable at doing my job and yet see that I can fulfill your duties as bedtime partner instead. Was that it??" she grimaced.

"Fuck! Is this where youre getting at?? I haven't even decided yet what to choose.You tend to overthink things."

"Havent even decided yet." Kris repeated. "You know I can never beat a head interior designer in New York. It's a direct humiliation. A direct insult at what I'm capable of," she said disgustedly.

"For pete's sake, Jenna was a friend. I didn't mean it....." A friend or your ex trying to get you again?? She thought wryly.

"You should have given the project to her from the start." Kris said coldly, jumped into bed and covered herself in blanket.

Christian sat down at the foot of the bed and touched her arm tentatively.

"Are you sure it's really about work or are you jealous of Jenna??" he asked softly.

She sat upright. "You get jealous only if you care but I don't. You could fuck each other I dont give a damn. Just get out."

Christian's eyes looked at her in shocked. Ofcourse part of what they had agreed upon was they should each mind their own business. No poking in each other's affairs. But part of it was to stay loyal to one another too as much as French kissing another party was offensive. How much more if you get too intimate.

"Yeah. Maybe youre right. I should just returned to my condo since Jenna was staying there.."

She blinked hard. Tried to cover her ears but she had heard already. So Jenna was staying at his condo? She don't give a damn. She don't give a damn, she muttered. Hurry up and leave. Hurry up and leave. She felt him stand up slowly and heard his footsteps.

"Suit yourself."

Then she heard him closed the door softly. When she was sure he was gone, she got up from bed and cried.

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