"Yes," I sighed, looking down at my freshly painted fingernails. "That Chelsea girl."
"What," I looked up to see Harles chuckling playfully. "Who told you that nonsense?"
"It isn't true?" I gave a blank expression, trying to hide my curiosity. "Well, are you saying he's single and without a mate?"
"Hmm," she smiled mischievously. "I thought you weren't interested in him."
"I'm not, okay?" I sounded a bit irritated. "I don't care if he's single or not. He can kiss my ass. I have to leave now," I stood up from my seat.
She stood up as well. "So soon?" Harles looked a bit disappointed. "I thought you'd stay with me or even spend the night."
"I'm so sorry, Harles. I actually booked a hotel. I need to meet someone now."
"Really, who?"
"Nicholas."
She looked away immediately, and I coul
