Emery’s POV
“What?” I frowned at Terrence who glanced at Kreed with a creased forehead. His eyes were cold and violent as if he wanted to create a hole on Kreed’s face.
“Terrence!” I smacked his shoulder and that’s when I got his attention. He looked irritated as he looked at me.
“Why is that frog here?”
I rolled my eyes. “Terrence, we don't own this building.”
“Then I’m gonna buy it!”
“Terrence!” I pulled his arm, earning his full attention.
“What? He was abroad, right? He was there during the conference. And he’s here again. Is he stalking you?”
I sighed and stared at him. “You’re overreacting.”
He pursed his lips and pointed at the punching bag. “Go on and practice your punches.”
“Or I can just punch you in the face?”
He stared at me and then frowned.
