Pree
I know he is an arrogant, snobbish, and rich playboy, but it seems I forget to include another adjective.
Rude.
“What are you doing? Give it back!” I glare at him when he snatches the phone out of my hand. I try taking it back, but he holds it behind his back, making it impossible for my short hands to reach.
What’s wrong with him? He was pretty normal a few seconds ago, asking me if he can talk. Is some fiery ghost possessing him?
“How did that guy get your number?” he asks. His voice sounds rougher than usual, with his deep-set black eyes embeds with anger.
“What’s your problem? How he gets, my number is none of your business. Now give me my phone back.”
“No,” he says curtly.
“Why?”
“Because I expect an answer to my question. I’m tired of you ignoring me, Preeda Chan. I’m s
