I was grumpy the whole day because of that little fight with Ian over a stupid kiss on the lips. The guy was giving me the cold shoulder and because my pride is higher than the Burj Khalifa, I refuse to be the first one to reach out.
The day ended fast. While I was waiting for the family chauffeur to pick me up, I saw a familiar Audi pulling up on the empty parking space to my right. My forehead creased as I was able to confirm that it was Ian’s car. I tapped the glass and crossed my arms. His window rolled down and I was once again breathless as I stared at his russet eyes.
“Hi, I guess I came in just in time. Close call.”
“What are you doing here?”
“To pick you up, of course. Hop in.” My forehead, along with my eyebrows, creased even more. He sounded casual, as if m
