Kayla's POV
I was staring at him, the way his perfect face seemed to scrunch up in disgust when he said the word, "what I did", the way he was clenching and unclenching his hands. I knew that he was nervous, and it made me feel good. He had to be nervous, he deserved the silent treatment and whatever I was going to dish out to him.
Without replying, I left him at the door, and I was glad that I had him confused and at crossroads. If he thought it was going to be that easy, he was wrong. I was going to enact my revenge slowly, no matter how long it was going to take me.
I sat on the dining table without even a word of thanks, focusing on the food instead. I watched him serve the food and for the umpteenth time, I asked myself if I was really doing what I was doing, if I was about
