The Cold Hearted Girl

Chapter 17

           Angela's POV

"You awake?"

"No. I'm sleeping," I said in a duh tone.

It's been almost an hour and a half we started driving.

I tried to sleep, but couldn't fall a sleep.

Anyways my place was good and the song that was playing was very nice, so why sleep?

And that was until I heard his annoying voice.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Shoot." I said with my eyes closed.

"What has that guy, Wesley Brooke, done?"

"It is none of your fucking business." Hearing his name made my blood boil.

"I think it is my business, coz I'm helping you and I have to know what happened to know if he deserve's the revenge your about to do to him." He said looking at me briefly, then taking his eyes back to the road, and by now my eyes are open.

"I'll tell you when it's the right time."

I closed my eyes and started to think.

I can't, I just can't think about what happened that day.

Everytime I do, I just want to find him and kill him, and I guess that's what I'm about to do.

Everything will be over in this two weeks.

I'll make him regret everything: every touch, every kick, every slap, every bad words and anything he did to me.

He'll regret meeting me at that party.

He'll regret what he did to me, he should regret.

"Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes and looked at him, "yeah why?"

"Because your hands are fisted and you look like a mad bull."

I unfisted my hands and glared at him.

He grinned at me sheepishly.

WTF!

Why is he grinning?

"We'll be there in ten minutes." He said in a happy tone.

"Good, because I am so bored being in a car with you for almost two hours."

And that ladies and gentlemens, made him the blond asshole that I know.

He sped up the car and when I looked at him his jaw was tensed.

OMG!

It's the first time I'm noticing his jaw is so sharp, if I touch his jaw it will probably cut my finger.

The parking lot isn't that big and it's full of car except two places.

The hotel doesn't seem that big, but I'm sure I can survive.

He parked the car and we got out.

"Go ahead. I'll bring the bags."

"Oh no. I don't want the polite Ryan to be back."

"I'm sorry ma'am but he is back and he hasn't planned to be asshole Ryan anytime soon." He said, while taking the bags out.

"Oh God. Please help me with polite Ryan."

"Why? What's wrong with him?"

"He is sooo annoying."

I said and snatched my bag from his hand and went toward the reception.