I went to the kitchen, pretending he didn’t exist but he walked up to the counter and placed two opera tickets on the table.
“I remember you liked the novel, so I got the tickets for the play. Why don’t you take the day off and come with me?” He smiled as if everything was okay.
“No thanks. I’m up to my neck with work,” I brushed him off.
Axel came around and tenderly hugged me from behind. My skin crawled from disgust, especially when he whispered in my ear.
“Are you still mad? You’re my mate, and Jena was just a sister to me. So, quit it with the childish jealousy, okay?”
The glass almost shattered in my palm. It was first thing in the morning and he was already getting on my nerves.
He made it sound like I was at fault and believed he could call it quits with tickets to a play I didn’t even know.
Oh, Goddess, why did you pair me with this mule?
I peeled his arms around me and flatly said, “I’m not angry,” leaving him without a glance, but this daft wouldn’t get the clue and still followed me.
“So, we have a date then. I’ll pick you up later at three,” he said, convinced I had forgiven him.
At that moment, Jena came out of his room, dazed and wearing his shirt.