XXXIII. I Like You

After paying Brad’s bill, which he graciously left for me to pay while Gustavo cursed Brad through the seven seas. Gus then navigates his car out of the parking lot heading towards the direction of Killiad’s penthouse; my current residence. The car smelled of leather, not that I mind. These are one of the moments that I enjoy luxury.

We were both silent save for the soft hum of a classic song playing. I can feel his stare boring down on me every now and then before it flicked back to the road.

“Gus?”

“Yeah?”

“For the love of all holy just spit it out!” I screeched, looking at him intently.

“Jeez. You don’t have to screech like a banshee you know?” Me? A banshee? Oh, well not that I could blame him, I screeched after all.

“You’ll tell me or?”

“Or what? Elle, we both know that your threats were as adorable as a newborn kitten.” I huffed