Veronica angrily kicked the bottle so hard that it hit the tree in front of her. She leaned on her car and blew out a breath. She hates waiting, and she's been here for an hour now, waiting for the bastard Damien to arrive. She grabbed her phone on the front seat and dialed Damien's number.
"Where the f*ck are you?" she said when Damien picked up her call.
"On my way, babe," he replied. Veronica couldn't help but roll her eyes, even though Damien couldn't see her.
"Hurry the f*ck up!" she angrily said and ended the call. She pursed her lips. When Damien's car came into view, she straightened her back and crossed her arms, glaring at the man inside. Damien went out of the car. He took his shade off and winked at her.
"You know, I f*cking hate waiting," she said. Damien chuckled and pull
