ELOISE
Adam sat very close to me while Blaire and Chase were talking.
“Why didn’t you say you were still coming here? You didn't wear the dress I sent you,” he hissed.
“I thought you’d want me here, and I prefer what I'm wearing, thank you,” I said in a whisper. He stayed silent all week, not even bothering to reply to my text.
He let out a heavy sigh and loosened his tie a bit, although he scanned me from head to toe again. “Well, you look ravishing, and of course I want you here. I invited you, but you came with Chase. Why is that?”
“Should I have that checked with you first?”
His brows furrowed. “Stop firing questions at me.”
“I’m answering you.”
“Are you angry at me?”
I hesitated; a beat passed. “No.”
“Of course you are.”
“Wait, I need your permission for that, too?”
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