Zella
“You have some nerve showing up before me,” I spat, shooting up from my chair so fast it scraped against the floor.. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The pompous bastard strutted towards the chair before my desk and plopped himself in it. “Oh, relax, darling. I’m just here to discuss our contract. I saw your pretty little email of termination, and I just wanted to make sure we were on the same term.”
My hands curled into fists, my nails digging hard into my palm. “Whatever business you had with me is over! You're crazy if you still think I would work with you after what you did,”
“But your crazy husband beat the s**t out of me. Isn't that enough for you?” The nonchalant way he spoke only made me hate him more. I never would have thought that Rafael would try to freaking r**e
