Torturing her

Chapter nineteen

Ariel's POV

“Calm down? The hell! Look what this bitch did to me? And hell! My flight's in 30 minutes!” Shantel, I assumed kept yelling at the top of her voice, gathering unnecessary attention. Truthfully, I would have loved to stick a cork into her mouth, but that'll seem offensive.

The pay here is good, and it's not too stressful, and I get to head back home pretty late, isn't that enough reason to endure this bitch's nagging?

So, I continued apologizing, even though it wasn't sincere; she's the one clearly at fault. Anyone with seeing eyes could tell, unless whosoever is dysfunctional. Her friend, however, seemed tired of her endless ranting.

“Shantel, look it's just a little stain,” she said softly. Shantel's eyes flared up in anger.

“A little stain? Mina, are you fucking with me!”

“Okay. Forgive me. Let's go to a mall or something. Okay? The waitress has apologized. We should leave unless you want to miss your flight to France,” Minaj said suggestively. Shantel