(Marcus)
Victoria came home upset. I didn’t know what her problem was, but I didn’t care. What I cared about was going ahead with the plans we made yesterday.
I didn’t have my company anymore or she wouldn’t have seen me at all. But, who cared?
"Did you cook?" Victoria asked, like I was some sort of slave in my own house.
"Don't you live here too? You can cook if you want," I said.
Victoria crossed her arms, frowning. “I’m not in the mood to cook.”
I shrugged, leaning back against the counter. “Then don’t. Eat later or don’t. I don’t care.”
Her eyes narrowed at me. “You really don’t care, do you?”
“I care about the plan,” I said flatly. “That’s what matters right now.”
She let out a sigh and flopped into a chair. I ignored her, pulling out my phone and reviewing the notes I alread
