QUINCY
I stroked the paintbrush on the canvas in front of me, trying to get a better picture of what I wanted. Unsatisfied with my latest creation, I scrunched up the paper and threw it amongst the pile of other discarded pieces.
My brain had gone numb, and Amery's blunt refusal of my offer had not helped. It had bruised my ego and eaten away at my pride.
I stood up from my seat, picked up my leather jacket, and dashed out of the bedroom. Maybe I could show compassion and help her out with what she had asked of me. I left for the market almost immediately. I knew she would already be there. That stubborn woman.
When all of this was over, she would finally learn to trust me and open up more to me. So far, all of my plans to ruin the relationship between Amery and Asher had proved aborti
