"None of your damn business. Place it back," she sternly told him, not letting him intimidate her. He scoffed but did not attempt to do as she had said.
"Close the door, we need to talk." He pointed to a place near him so she could come and sit down. She threw one hateful look at him and remained unmoved.
"I have nothing to talk to you about. Get out of my room," she told him flatly.
"Your room? Last I checked, Skyla. This is my house. And people here live according to my wishes, not theirs. I let you have a separate room because you needed space but looks like I have been too lenient. You in return became so bold as to go and sleep with another man."
He accused dryly, staring dead straight into her eyes as usual all his words were void of emotions, his eyes were like icicles which froze her heart.
She snorted but her heart had skipped a few beats. She countered.
"I am not you. I don't sleep around."
