CHAPTER TEN

ARC

"Your place is not too shabby." Arc ignored the comment and turned on the lights.

"Close the door."

Chelsea paused and gave him a 'seriously?' look but complied.

"So where do I put this?"

"You're taking it back with you when you're done saying whatever you want to say to me."

Chelsea blanched. "Nobody rejects a fruit basket, it's a taboo in the sanctioned order of taboos."

"I don't care."

He scoffed. "Of course you don't." He muttered something under his breath that sounded like a curse but Arc wanted this done and over with. He didn't like seeing him in his space, he didn't belong there. He looked so extravagant and that was the furthest thing Arc's lovely abode was.

He looked as Chelsea pursed his lips and huffed.

"But there are mangoes in it and strawberries too. There's even tangerines, sweet melons, coconuts and chocolate. Don't you like chocolate? I like them but I don't eat them or else I won't