" I don't even know why I bothered engaging in this stupidity. Give me the keys to my studio." Emma demanded, sporting a disgusted countenance.
" What studio?" Colton tried to understand what she was getting at but came up blank.
" Oh help me God, I'm about to kill some–" Emma grumbled underneath her breath before being cut off by him.
" You meet the apartment I funded so you could go about your little business? " He asked with a knowing smirk, happy that he could finally regain his stand. He had almost forgotten that little piece of information.
" Yes.. I believe you have a spare key belonging to me, so kindly hand it over while I'm being nice."
" Now why would I do that? Last I checked you had a copy of the keys too. " Colton inserted his hands in his pockets. He was getting tired
