his eyes both unwelcoming and warm. cold yet they burn a fierce fire beckoning me to approach.
but warning me when i get too close.
"i wish to speak to you david, on the matters of an interest that has sparked involving you and alesha dixon."
"then speak to me," he said wryly.
"i need you to take this seriously! if the worst happens, it could interfere with the show," i growled sternly.
"mm, i didn't say i didn't care," he responded casually.
my already limited patience was quickly running thin.
a hint of a smirk was painted innocently on his lips.
"i need you to settle things. she--women-- need closure, especially from the likes of someone such as you," i said coolly, ignoring the sudden disgusted look on his face.
"the likes of me, my simon? whatever do you mean?" the disgust vanished as quickly as it had came. his voice was a silk ribbon, wrapping my head, threatening my sanity.
"the question behind your sexuality, david," i stated bluntly. i had no time for his games.
"oh! simon, how could you ask that question with our engagement going strong!" he mocked, putting a dramatic hand to his chest.
"david! if you cannot take this seriously and wish to fool around, so be it! we, sy co., will no longer be in need of your services. your contract shall be valid until the end of the season."
his brow furrowed slightly, i noted with, admittedly, satisfaction.
"oh, but simon, you know you cannot sack me," he purred.
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next chapter will be david's perspective. x
