" I don't even know why I bothered engaging in this stupidity. Give me the keys to my studio." Emma demanded, sporting a disgusted countenance.

" What studio?" Colton tried to understand what she was getting at but came up blank.

" Oh help me God, I'm about to kill some–" Emma grumbled underneath her breath before being cut off by him.

" You meet the apartment I funded so you could go about your little business? " He asked with a knowing smirk, happy that he could finally regain his stand. He had almost forgotten that little piece of information.

" Yes.. I believe you have a spare key...