"Left?" I demanded, my temper rising abruptly and Christina nodded her head wryly. I glared at her, feeling angry as hell. For what possible reason, I had no idea.
"Left where? Where the hell did she go so early in the morning?" I asked and she shrugged in response.
"I don't know. She told me that she was going out for some work. That's all," She replied. "I didn't ask further,"
"Did she eat?" I asked and Christina shook her head silently. I cursed under my breath, agitated as hell.
"This woman wants to die," I hissed, grabbing my suitcoat and stalking out. Whatever appetite I had vanished abruptly and the only thing I felt was anger now. Why the f**k was she reacting this way? Making things even harder then it already was? It was my life. I would do whatever I want. Sleep with who
