59: I am Begging You

One look at the luxurious room, anyone would know it's a presidential suite. On the long sofa was already my duffel bag that Rage had given to a bellboy when we arrived earlier. Still frustrated of the things he said earlier, I heaved and looked at him.

"Why just one suite? Get me another one, Rage.”

I don't know what's running on his mind and why he acted that way. But that won't change the fact that he's with another woman. I shouldn't meddle in anything that they have. I shouldn’t send in the impulse. I should be rational, not impulsive. Although I was confused by what he said, I still had to control myself. But if he's just doing this to make fun of me or to prove something, I don't know what to do anymore.

Rage sighed. "Fine. You'll stay here. I'm in the next suite."

I nodded. "Good." I looked around before walking over to the sofa and sitting there. I crossed my legs. His eyes cockily followed my every move. I was taken aback by the way