SERAPHINA’S POV
I don’t know if the question is supposed to be a joke, or if he truly is concerned as to why I am crying - either way, I don’t believe it.
I swat his hand away from my face, putting more distance between us now.
“It’s none of your business.” I say coldly.
Apparently, it’s not the answer he wanted to hear or what he was expecting. The concerned look on his face quickly morphs into annoyance.
“Whatever. It’s not like I give a s**t about that. You can cry all you want, but just make sure your puffy eyes aren’t obvious to Mr. Jermaine.”
“Yeah, or else, right? Don’t worry, I won’t f**k your plans up.” I say twice as cold, walking right past him.
Gosh, he infuriates me so f*****g much, to the point that I physically want to harm him and it’s not just a punch in the face.
