(Tiffany)
I hold his gaze for a second, my face turns sour.
The sight of him up close stirs a whirlwind of emotion. Anger, hurt, revenge— they are all mixed together, making it hard to breathe.
I take a deep breath trying to steady my composure. Quickly I put my game face on before approaching my Ex-husband.
"Mr. Castillo. Why are you here?" I ask him with a forced smile.
He takes a step closer,his eyes pleading. "I just want to talk, Tiffany." He throws his hands placatingly, indicating he isn't here for trouble.
I sigh. "Talk? I don't do small talks, Mr Castillo. And definitely not with a colleague." I tell him, a smirk playing at my lips.
He runs his hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. I see him struggling to put his words together.
This isn't Bill.
The Bill
