Glaring at Jonathan, I whacked him right on the back with a loud slap, making him groan in pain.
“You told me that this place is a spare house!” I exclaimed yet he just shrugged as if he did not lie right on my face.
“It is a spare house that I am occupying as well. You never asked so I thought you did not care,” he said.
His audacity to tell me those words with a straight face was deeply irritating. I did not want to argue anymore so I just raised my hands as if giving up.
“I am leaving this house,” I claimed before turning on my heels so I could go and take my things with me.
Staying with another man under the same roof was not just my ideal way of living. And not to mention, I did not know him fully. But before I could even take a step on the flight of stairs, a hand clasped on my
