Janice POV
"I risked my life out there to help him and all he could do was say those shit to me?" I mumbled as soon as I opened my eyes after a long sleep through the night. I tried not to think about it yesterday, so I was able to get enough sleep.
"He must be crazy," I mumbled as I forced the duvet off my body and dragged myself from the bed, walking into the bathroom afterward.
'You can fuck with whoever you want. It's your body after all' I huffed when those disgusting words replayed in my head.
"Who said that I was going to sleep with Ace? He didn't even lodge at the hotel with me. Why would he say that to me?" I mumbled, leaning over the mirror and staring at my reflection daringly. I suddenly wished Connor was standing in front of me so I could slap him for talking down on me.
"Just forget it. He was just messing with you," I mumbled dismissively.
After my usual morning routine, I left my room and headed downstairs to have breakfast, knowing that the maids must've prepared breakfast by now. The sweet aroma coming from the kitchen welcomed me as I descended the staircase, and my mouth salivated. I couldn't wait to devour the food.
I stopped and rolled my eyes when I saw Connor already in the dining room.
"Asshole," I mumbled and finally went to sit on the chair in the dining room, then opened the plate where my food was already served, and I began eating. I didn't bother to say anything to him, and guess what? He didn't say anything too. Is he not going to apologize for what he did?
"It's not too late, Janice. Maybe he's trying to sought what to tell you," I said to myself, getting ready for the time he would finally tell me he was sorry for everything.
"I have shooting to do in two hours. Get ready. We are going together," His voice was filled with chills as he spoke to me, his gaze glued to his food.
"Don't keep me waiting," He said coldly as he stood up and started to walk away.
"What just happened?" I mumbled unbelievably.
"You are just going to pretend nothing happened yesterday?" I rose to my feet, and he stopped.
"You are not going to apologize for the shits you said to me yesterday? Is it fair to do that to me? I fucking risked my life to come to the station because you asked me to. I could've gotten into trouble like getting raped by bad guys or getting robbed on my way. Are you really going to be like this?" I couldn't hold the anger anymore, so I yelled at him, and he scoffed.
"Don't keep me waiting," He turned and said bluntly to me like what I said wasn't a big deal. He turned and finally walked away. Slowly, I clenched my fingers into a tight fist and glared at him until he was out of sight. Tears brimmed in my eyes and soon found their way down my cheeks. My heart wrenched painfully.
"He's not worth your tears. Don't cry because of him," I mumbled and quickly wiped my tears. I didn't have an appetite for breakfast again, so I left for my room to get dressed for the shoot he told me about.
I took my time to get dressed since we were going to work. I thought a pencil skirt and shirt would be great, so I settled for it. Leaving my hair falling would've been a perfect style, but I would be working there, so I had to pack it up in a ponytail.
"Perfect," I complimented myself after I checked my reflection out in the mirror. And finally, body sprays to complete my dress.
It was already an hour left by the time I was done dressing, so I went to join him in the living room. He was still maintaining that annoying frown, and I was forced to ask myself who should be frowning amongst us. He hurt me with his words, so shouldn't I be the one mad at him?
"I can't drive," He uttered as he threw the keys at me, and I caught it in the air.
He tucked his hands inside his pockets and advanced toward the door while I trailed behind him. We soon got to the parking lot, and just when he wanted to hop inside the car, I held his hand and pulled him back.
"What is it?" His tone was still as hard as before. Is he not remorseful for everything he has been doing to me yesterday?
"We need to talk," I was supposed to ignore him the way he was ignoring me, but I needed to make something clear.
"We have nothing to talk about. Move away," He said to me coldly, but who said that I was going to budge just because he wanted me to?
"We need to talk, Connor..."
"It's Sir, for you. We don't have any relationship for you to call me by my name..."
"And until we get a divorce, I will continue to call you that, so fucking listen to me, Connor!" I sneered at him, and he scoffed.
"Do you think we are still married?" He scoffed again.
"That's not my problem. I just want to make something clear to you, so listen attentively and listen well..." I paused and sighed briefly.
"The fact that you go around fucking anything under skirt and not minding who the owner of the pussy is doesn't mean that every other person is like you..." He raised his eyebrows, his face laced with shock.
"Ace is my friend... And he is not like you. He is way better than you. He is not a fuckboy like you, so you should stop getting insecure about me being around him. And even if I choose to hang out with him, you are in no fucking position to say the trash you said yesterday..."
"Janice..."
"I wasn't with Ace last night. We only hung out at the concert and he lodged me at the hotel alone before he left. Even if I was with him..."
"I don't care," He cuts me off, but if I was right, then the expression on his face said otherwise.
"I don't care if you care or not. Just get this straight. Not everyone is like you. I'm not that much of a useless lady, and Ace is not a fuckboy like you. So fucking get that straight and watch your tongue the next time you speak to me," I warned him then pulled the door to the driver's seat and hopped inside, waiting for him to hop in so we could start our journey. Now that I got that off my chest, I felt so much better. I felt like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders.
I was expecting him to hop in the backseat, but my heart skipped for a second when he opened the front door and leaned forward.
"Get out of my car," His voice was cold and void of emotions, and when I looked at him, his eyes were filled with rage.
"Huh?"
"Don't make me repeat myself. Get the hell out of my car," He uttered then slammed the door close. I watched as he walked over to the driver's seat then pulled it and grabbed my hand.
"Let me go!" I yanked his hand off after he dragged me out of the car and snatched the keys from me.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I watched him hop inside the car, but he didn't say anything.
"You are going to get yourself arrested," I tried to stop him, but he started the car and almost ran me over if not that I was fast enough to leave his way.
"Was I too mean with my words?" I mumbled...