I never stopped glaring him while we were in the car. Xabart was probably suffering from a premenstrual syndrome since last night.
When the car pulled over, I quickly reached for its handle to avoid him.
"If you were only forcing yourself on sending me off to work then don’t bother to come later. And much better not bother to come in my place." I opened the door and slid out and slammed it hard. The hell I care about his car. I’m pissed.
I was still fuming mad while heading to the lift, Xabart and his good timing. He knew that I was in the middle of crisis and yet he’s giving me a hard time. Instead of being my stress reliever as my 'My Hot Coffee Bear' he seemed like an iced coffee last night. Why I ended up cuddled with my human sized teddy bear.
As soon as I put down my
