Tricia swung her hair and cleared her throat, she averted her gaze and crossed both arms. “I don't owe you any explanation,” she said with an icy tone. “You have to leave now. I think you've overstayed your welcome in my life, Jones.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Tricia? By the way, where the hell is my money? I need them for my fees.”
“What money are you talking about?” Tricia shot daggers at him, “What money, Jones? If you lost something then you better go look for it and get the hell out of here. And as for our relationship, we are done. I don't love you, Jones. I should have done this a long time ago. Goodbye, Jones.”
“You never did,” Jones thundered. “You never did love me, Tricia. I should have known that you were just using me as your money bank. You disgust me, Tricia.
