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Chapter-12

"Oh for fuck's sake." I hear Chase mutter under his breath before he drags me out. He leaves my wrist as soon as we stepped out and starts walking back in the direction we came from.

"Heyyyy! Where are you going?" I ask, chasing Chase. Hehe, I wanted to use that for a long time.

"Back." He says.

"What? No. You promised."

"I did no such thing." He says, almost rolling his eyes. He throws the now empty juice cup in the dustbin before he continues walking.

"Oh stop being a baby, c'mon. Our next stop was going to be a very nice place..please?" This motherfucker really loves to make me beg.

"Nope."

I'm going to ignore that. "So, you want to eat burger or pizza?" I ask, catching up to him.

"I'm going back." He states.

"No, I'll..I'll-" I cut myself off and sit down on the pavement like the idiot I am.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He sighs.

I cross my arms across my chest. "I'll not move until you agree to come with me." I say without looking at him. My neck will sprain if I tried to look at this tall ass man.

"Get up." He says.

"Nope."

"Are you okay?" A girl passing by asks him. Not me, him.

"Yes." He says at the same time I say, "No, he's cutting me off. I don't have any other sugar daddies, tell him to understand." I say to her, wiping a fake tear and sniffing.

"Fottuto idiota." (Fucking idiot) He says to himself. Did I tell you that he starts cursing in different languages when he's angry? He knows three-four different languages I think. Till now, he has called me an idiot in French, Spanish, Russian, Italian and his most favourite, English. I'd be lying if I say he doesn't sound hot, but only till I don't know what he's saying.

"Oh." The girl says, still poking her nose in our business. She grins enthusiastically before saying, "I can help you get a job, The club where I work at is in need of a stripper." What the fuck? Do I look like a stripper?!

"How about you mind your own business and go the fuck away?" Chase said before pulling me up. The girl walked away, or more like ran away.

He started dusting off my pants. "Hey! Don't touch my bum." I say, swatting his hands away. My precious bum. I clean it myself before showing it to him. "Is it clean now?"

An eyeroll is what I get as an answer. He rolls his eyes too much. Idiota.

I don't ask him again, instead I walk in the direction of the pizza place I know. He's following me, I can hear him muttering nice words under his breath.

"Two small pepperoni pizzas and two cokes. To go, please." I order, I place the money before the rich idiot can. I turn to him, grinning in victory.

"Let's sit while we wait."

I take a seat near the window. He sits beside me, I think he's ignoring me now. "Are you ignoring me?" I ask. He doesn't reply. Well, okay.

"Do you think I'll get the job as a stripper?" I ask him, remembering the words the girl said a few moments ago.

"Do you have some weird fetish or something?" He asked, turning wholly towards me.

"I always wonder how it feels to be a stripper." I tell him honestly.

"culo strano." (Weird ass)

There he goes again with other languages.

"What does that mean?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. Before he could reply, our order is ready.