Chapter 17

CELINE’S POV

“What the hell!” I snap and push him away and wince. A frown crops to my face.I stare at him in disgust and with belligerence, I use my hand to dust off the places he held.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing? Why are you even here!?“ I slam at him and take a step backwards. He smiles and moves nigher to me. “Do you have a problem with me coming to every kitchen of my girlfriend!?” He questions gently and places his right hand calmly but firmly on the brown center table. “Then stay in the kitchen and away from you, disgusting gigolo” I blare.

He chuckles and wags his head. “And what if I don’t? What if I want you? Actually, I do want and u am going to get you.” He bites his lower lip’s seductively but to me it makes him looks more stupid than he already is. “Then get ready the die!” I thunder and grind my teeth. He stands erect as he also pulls his hand away from the eccentric table. He swipes his right hand into his hair in the bid to style it.

“And who is going t