97. YOU LOVE TO CRY

"What are you doing here?" Darian clamoured again, fury marring his facial expression.

"I have seen the reason I am here." Thelma beamed with a sly smile. "You look great by the way." She said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. That only worsened the anger that was surging through him as he glared at her.

"You have to leave now." He told her.

"I just arrived, why would you want me to leave now? I haven't seen you for days, you've not been picking up my calls and—"

"Jay, leave us," Darian commanded. Jay bowed his head, turning to leave them to talk.

As he wandered away from them, he wondered what was happening between them.

"Darian, I have been calling you for days." She attempted to touch him, but he cringed, and she sneered. "And now you are acting up again, do I disgust you?"

"Yes, you do! What do you want from me and how did you even know that I'd be here?" He glared at her, his jaw clenching hard. His temples were starting to crease, he was tired of her.

"Er," Thelma smiled.