Chapter forty one: Pick your yacht

The docile and calm ride was a complete contrast to Arya’s raging emotions. She was furious, why would he forcefully detach Pearl from her embrace? She’s been long convinced that he’s a psycho but anytime he shows his true colors she can’t help but be alarmed. In annoyance she folded her hands against her chest while staring through the window zealously as though not wanting to miss her stop. Anything to get away from his presence.

“We’re here ma’am-” the chauffeur announced but he was cut abrupt by the sudden shut of the door and within seconds Arya took hurried strides to her apartment and evidently flexing the cold shoulders she’d served Nick through the ride. But the person in question had zero clue to what wrong he had committed and only knitted his brows in confusion. But we all know who’d take the heat for this misfortune as Nick turned his gaze to his phone.

Arya slumped on her bed, ready to shut her eyes to dreamland but then it hit her, she can’t sleep with makeup on. “Argh!