My brows dipped as I practically glared at the words that spluttered out of his mouth.
“What's that supposed to mean?” I snapped, sharper than intended, a means to conceal how the words made my stomach tightened slightly.
“Rita will take care of the company till I'm back.” He said to Sam like he hadn't heard me, though his gaze was unleaving.
Sam, noticing the tension, spoke, “There's really no need for you to stay. I can take care of everything, and with Chloe here, it'll—”
“I'm staying.” His words were final, leaving zero room for argument, earning an even deeper frown.
“Don't you dare act weird.” I snapped. “Are you forgetting we have nothing together? You're my past. A past I don't want to have any f*****g thing to deal with. Just get that in your brain Dale, I don't want nothing
