Chapter10

#Chapter10

Don’t get mad, get even

Lucille

After my little run-in with Grayson, I did my best to show him I’m a force of nature in someone’s life. He proved to be a Gray. He scheduled me to do mandatory inventory with him. What the hell?

Is it his goal in life to make me miserable with inventory?

I walked towards the back. Oh, look, who’s here? Mr. mood swing, himself.

/"Nice of you to join me,/" he said.

/"Nope./"

/"Too bad./"

He smirked. I swear I would throw my clipboard at him. I got to work, counting, and noticed he stepped towards me. I moved away. He blocked me in with no escape.

/"Do you mind?/"

/"Nope, not at all./"

/"It’s called personal space. Learn it, you twit./"

/"Oh, so, I’m a twit./"

I set my clipboard down and turned to him.

/"Why would you kiss me, then take me out, but date someone else?/"

/"If you mean the girl at that bakery, that was my sister./"