I WAS suddenly startled when my cellphone rang again.
“Hello?”
“Hey, babe.”
I immediately peeked at the registered number before I became very quiet. Why didn’t I look at who was calling first?!
“Please, Rexon, not now,” I murmured.
“Be at my house tomorrow at eight in the morning,” he ordered.
“What? No! Who says I agree with what you want, huh?!” I answered bluntly.
“I do,” he countered back.
I rolled my eyes and rubbed my head in pain. “I said, no! I will never be your personal assistant. Isn’t it enough that you used me just to get through your issue?”
“That is why I’m here to help you.”
“Well, I don’t need your help,” I said firmly.
He paused for a moment on the other line before speaking again. “I’ll wait for you ’til 10.” After that, he dropped the call.
I just sighed an
