Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

Tamara coughed as her eyes widened in alarm. Shit!

She had forgotten that Chelsea knew a lot about her.

“Really?” Marcel raised a brow.

“I don’t think it’s special,” Tamara tried to play it off. “I know several people who drink their coffee or water with vodka”

“Right,” Chelsea conceded but Tamara couldn’t shake the feeling that the balls in Chelsea’s head were rolling.

Just then Tamara’s phone beeped again. Another text from Marco.

“Well? Are we doing lunch?”

“I’m ready,” Tamara looked up as David arrived at the door of the lounge.

“Ready for what?” Chelsea hissed as she looked from David to Tamara.

“None of your business,” Tamara replied in irritation. “Why don’t you focus on being happy that you have your instagram account back and stop wondering about other people’s business,”

With a scoff, Tamara sent a quick text to Marco.

“Sorry can’t make lunch. Still caught up here,”

“I'm the CEO now wench! You can’t speak to me like that,”

“Good thing I don’t work for you t