Elena

A chuckled freed my mouth on hearing his delusional utterance. Leaning forward, I worded. “Did you fucking bang your head against the wall or something that you think that whatever you say goes Mr Salvador.” My eyes narrowed at him wanting to actually know what gave him the fucking right to think that he could ride on my life again.

This fucking prick.

My annoyance rose to another level that I actually wished to bang his head against the table in hopes that it would reset his brain.

The perplexed expression of his still unchanging, and his icy words rubbed off his mouth. “Try and understand the situation which...