The Woman From Hell

"Only a tasteless man like Theo Grant could fall in love with a woman like you. Aren't you lucky?" Tory Zimmerson asked in disdain. His words enraged me.

I looked up and glared at him. "Are you sick in the head, Tory? Can't you talk like a civilized person? Why are you giving me attitude?"

I was not provoking him. I only reprimanded him because he took away my phone and answered my calls as he pleased.

Tory's expression was filled with rage, but he did not say anything else.

I could not be bothered with him. I knelt on

the ground and picked up my wrecked phone.

I was not sure what he was thinking, but he reached out and shoved me, making me fall to the ground.

Then, he left in a huff with his phone in his hand.

him internally. Was he insane? Surely, only a madman would do

given all my cash to Anthony, and Tory had destroyed my phone. There was no way

Tory had not gone far, I called out to him, "Please

Zimmerson."

stopped and turned to look at me, fixing me an

I have no way of calling a cab. Can

thought that even though he had a bad attitude, he might still have the slightest sense of chivalry. Surely, he had no reason to reject my request, but I seemed to have underestimated him. He said

left as soon as he said that. He left me frozen in place, not knowing what

furious.

no choice but to walk back to the hotel. It was not a far walk, but I was jumpy

was sitting on the couch with

and explained, "I met Tory when I was out. Not only did he

gaze was still fixed squarely

a smile. "You left so early in the morning.