Patience

32. Gold Diggers...

"This isn't my car......" I almost yell at him... " This is your car. You are not giving me away your car Ha-"

"Theresa I am not giving you my Car . It's right there. see." He points out an exact same car, very calmly. But now that I take a proper look, the difference of color is obvious. The car infront is a tad bit lighter than this usual black. Almost like a the color of coke.

"This is your car."He says pointing back to mine.

I gasp.

Blood drain from my face as realization seeps in.

He didnot.

No way..

"You didnot. Where the hell is my car. "

"I did. And your other car is exactly where is should me. Your flat."

I feel knocked out of breathe.

Defeated suddenly I asks,
"Hardin please tell me you are joking."

"I don't joke Theresa ." He shrugs. " Why?? You didn't like it?"

"Like!!! Hardin you cannot throw your money at me. I don't want it. I was fine with my car. This is a bloody waste"

I huff and shoved my face in palm. But then I turn back starting running towards Hardin's room.

I am so irritated right now. I love him for him. Him spending money on me like this makes me so uncomfortable.

Now I know that smile. He gave that exact smile while getting me the IPad...

" Theresa stop" He yells. But I am already half way up before he can decifer...
"THERESA LYNN YOUNG, I said stop running"

He can scream all he want, but I won't stop. I will go inside his room and lock myself until he stops acting like a sugar daddy.

But that doesn't happen. Once I reach his floor, I find it locked.

Dammit!!

I just sit on the stairs irritated and exhausted. Hiding my face in my palm again.

I love him.

Ok.

But that doesn't mean these things doesn't overwhelm me. I am not used to these kind of obscene money. He is a brat but that doesn't mean I am one too.

Not even seconds pass, I feel Hardin stands hovering infront...

" Tess" He speaks.

" Tessa look at me" I demands.

"What?" I snap looking up at him.

He kneels on the steps infront of me while we comes at my eyes level. Other wise, him standing and me sitting on the floor while talking would have been a disaster for my neck .

"Why are you reacting this way?"he asks.

"I am reacting this way because I don't like you blowing money at me like this . I love you Hardin but I am not some gold digging who-"

"Dont you dare finish that sentence Theresa." He snaps while holding my flying hands of explanation.

He glares at me for seconds which I return with almost equal intensity, almost. But then he suddenly soften his demeanor.

"Will you let me explain atleast, stubborn women ?"

I frown at him but nod.

"TESS I know you are not some gold digging blah blah." I suddenly want to giggle amidst this tough situation, at his scrunched up face of disgust at my words which he doesn't like enough to repeat. But I abstain from doing that. "And honestly I am not trying to show off my financial status around here because I downright want to keep it low profile...."