Chapter 18- Two can play

Zander frowned and almost broke into a smile—not fake, not calculated, and also not constructive to his twitching dick. "So, how's the first day, dear? Exhausted?" If nothing else, her face was kind of funny. He thought to himself.

Elvie glared at him and took her purse from the floor. His words were like a slap in the face, and Elvie's frustration erupted. "This isn't a game, Zander. I deserve respect, and your intentional cruelty is crossing a line. Ignoring me all day and trying to hurt my feelings? What's the matter with you?" Their confrontation crackled with tension, a couple locked in a battle of emotions amidst the hum of ringing phones. "Seriously? Are you this childish?" she almost growled before adding, too annoyed to even look at his smirking lips, "You transferred me here? For what? As fucking decoration? Do I look like a bloody vase to you?"

"No! You look like an eye sore to me!" He rolled his eyes. "Why the hell didn't you look for a table? Or do something then?"

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