Fade Into Me

Chapter 8

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Fucking bitch is making me do all these things again.

I should be over there with my love. Instead, I'm here running errands for the old fucking bitch.

I smirked.

Once I'm done with her, I'll kill her.

I'll fucking kill her.

Katherine

"Hey. Is that for the Anastasi's?" Jasmine asked as she rounded the kitchen.

I nodded. "I'm trying to finalize the menu and present it to Dylan as soon as possible."

Her eyebrows shot up. "First name basis with a client, are we?" She teased. "That's a first."

I rolled my eyes at her. "The man insists on it," I said.

"Of course he did. Being called Mister probably makes him feel ancient
I mean the guy is in his twenties, not
Eighties."

I chuckled.

She studied me with her eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" She feigned ignorance, as her mouth twitched with amusement.

"I'm ending this conversation," I said.

"Why are you fighting this?"

"I'm not fighting anything," I frowned.

She shook her head.

"Aren't you running late?"

Her mouth broke into a smile as she shook her head once more.

"You're a tough one to crack, but I love you," she smiled at me.

I smiled back at her. "I love you too."

"See ya later," she called out as she walked out the door.

Then suddenly my phone pings.

I looked at the screen.

It's from Dylan.

I slide the screen open.

Dylan: What are you doing?

Me: Finalizing the menu for your mom's birthday

Dylan: Be ready in 20 minutes. I'm taking you somewhere.

I frowned. There he goes again with his orders.

I decided to stand my ground.

Me: Can't. I'm busy. Thanks for asking though

I chuckled at my sarcasm.

Dylan: I'll be there in 20 minutes. Be ready, or I'll dress you myself.

Me: You're not the boss of me and I'm not going anywhere with you. I won't buzz you in. You can rot downstairs!

There!

Serves you right!

He didn't respond anymore, and to my surprise I was disappointed.