I am standing in the driveway, waiting for my fiancé. He's late. So rude. I see him pull in. He's driving an impressive black sports car. I don't move back even as he gets closer. He stops just in front of my legs. I cross my arms and glare at him with cold eyes, showing him how angry I am because he is late and does not communicate. 

Zuriel doesn't leave his car. He's watching me too... Bored. I huff and go to the passenger seat. I open the door and shut it. 

" Morning," he says curtly. 

" You're late." 

" My bad," 

I grit my teeth and ball...