Trouble
Joana pov
He's here standing in front of me, asking questions, and I'm boiling within me because he offended me this morning, and he's acting like everything was okay.
He thought I would pretend I wasn't hurt by the intrusion of her lover in the morning when I was in the process of discussing something crucial with him?
His lover's words really hurt me, and I just struggled not to break down.
He won't even apologize before he starts asking me questions.
"Okay?" I said, already forgetting what he asked me earlier.
"Okay?" his brows creased, and he added. "I won't take that as an answer to my question," he said in an innate authority, and chills seeped through my spine.
I angled my head. "May I know what your question was? It must've skipped my mind,"
He
