“What are you doing here?” I glare at him.
“You are coming with me!” He snaps and steps in, walking past me.
“Coming with you? Coming with you to where?” He is already making huge steps towards my bedroom so I follow him fuming.
“To Paris.” He opens my closet and grabs a bag. He throws it on the bed and grabs some clothes from the closet, throwing them in the bag.
“Paris? I'm not going to Paris Chuck. We already talked about that!”
“Did we Lexi? Because you hanged up on me.” He opens the drawers and takes some undies.
‘Don’t touch my undies!” I shout at him.
“I have already done a lot of touching so it’s no big deal!” he snaps and grabs more, putting them in the bag. The bag is a mess. No arrangement whatsoever.
“What are you doing? You can’t force me to go to Paris.”
“I can. You
