Chapter Forty Nine

Two days later

Saira sat in the reception of the registrar's office waiting to see the person in charge when the electronic doors slid open and someone walked in. She was busy texting Ethan on the phone so she didn't notice the person sitting beside her until she felt a hand brush the nape of her neck and she jumped.

"Hey Legs." Lucian grinned.

Saira glared at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She spat acidly. "How dare you touch me like that?"

"I always touch you like that." He smirked. "Remember?"

"I see that your nose is still intact." She shot him a saccharine smile. "Maybe I'll have Ethan aim for your nose this time. Just you wait." She grabbed her file and moved away from him.

Lucian sighed, rolled his eyes and went to join her on the far end of the recliners. "Why did you marry that douche, anyway? He's a player and I know he's not your type." He said.

"So who's my type? You?" She questioned mockingly. "I'd prefer to date a mad man than to date someone like you."