[Adelaide Knowles]
My phone rang, and I quite expected it'd be Eva calling me about whatever pictures the tabloids had posted, but instead, it was Kendrick. I figured he was probably seeking me out to have my head on a platter, since I didn't have his money yet.
For some reason, like giving the handsome devil who had not gone out of sight, a show of vulnerability, I swiped the answer button, prepared to make more negotiations save from the fact that the tone from the other end sounded satisfied.
“If you had held this many bucks, shouldn't you have paid as soon as possible instead of making me threaten the f**k out of your life?”
My brows shot up, “What are you talking about?”
The phone got snatched from me before Kendrick could reply, leaving the answer festering in between Christia
