*Genevieve*
Something to remember?
He stalked towards me which only made me to move backward. He smirks at me, holds my hand, and pulls me to him.
"Let me go," I tell him defiantly.
"Soon," he says.
"Why do you like to defy me?" He asks me lowly.
"Are you sick in the head? What the fuck do you mean by defy?" I ask because truly he is sick in the head.
"Do I look sick in the head to you?" He asks back.
"Yes, yes you do because asking me why I defy you is crazy. You must be crazy," I reply.
"Maybe, that is what you make me," he says.
"I believe you have finally lost it," I say to him.
"I do not know why you are going out on another date with a man you do not want," he says as if he knows me that well.
My eyes narrow. "One, I do want to go on a date with him. If I did not, I will not be going," I say to him.
"Two, what makes you think I do not want him?" I ask him arching my eyebrows.
