"Don’t tell you still can’t move your hands," Allison scolded Kace as she helped him out of bed. It was already 8 a.m., and with a class in two hours, she was in a hurry. But, as usual, Kace was intentionally making things difficult by insisting she do everything for him.
"Have you ever broken a rib before to know how long it takes to heal?" he questioned, his eyes narrowing in a mock glare. He tried to keep a serious expression, but the subtle grin tugging at the corners of his lips gave him away.
He couldn’t help but enjoy watching her grow more frustrated as she struggled to support his weight, guiding him toward the bathroom.
"Just shut up and let help you," she snapped. Once she helped him into the bathroom, she added, "I will get the housekeeper to co wash you up quickly."
Kace grimaced.
Since he was pretending to have broken a rib, Allison believed it was the housekeeper who always washed him every morning.
Just as Allison was about to leave, Kace grabbed her hand, slightly pulling her towards him.
"What is it this ti? I have to go now, my classes will start at 10," she whined.
"You don’t have to co here every day to take care of , I’ve recovered well," Kace said. When she saw the doubtful look in her eyes, as if she didn’t believe him, he raised the hand she was complaining about, which stunned her.
"Before you say anything, I only wanted to surprise you. You are taking very good care of ," he praised with a boyish smile that stretched on his lips.
"I just want to strangle you to death," she threatened.
"I don’t mind dying in your hands sweetie," he replied.
Allison exaggerated a gagging gesture in response to Kace’s comnt, pretending to be utterly disgusted. Kace threw his head back as he burst into laughter, unable to contain himself, thoroughly enjoying her playful reaction.
"Whatever, I’m not coming here again. Make sure to take your drugs. I have to go to class," she said, walking back inside the bedroom to pick up her backpack, and then left.
"She didn’t even say she would co visit once. Maybe I shouldn’t have told her I’ve recovered," Kace thought to himself with a sulked expression.
As soon as Allison left the entrance of the house, her phone dinged with a ssage notification.
Already having an idea of who it could be, she still brought it out to read it.
Derek—Where are you?!!!
Allison hissed, pocketing her phone as she ignored the text.
Quickly, she took a cab to college.
In half an hour, she arrived.
Allison checked the ti on her phone and saw that she still had an extra half an hour before her classes began.
Unfortunately, just as Allison was running to her class to save a seat for herself, she noticed soone familiar from the corners of her eyes.
It was Derek, and he was marching towards her with such an aggravated look, that Allison had to halt her steps and face him head-on.
When Derek stopped in front of her, she instinctively took a few steps back to keep a distance between them.
"Where are you coming from?!" He bellowed as he glared down at her, his red hair dangling above his forehead.
"I went to work," she replied with a defensive stance, taking an extra step away from him.
Due to Derek’s loud voice earlier, he’d already attracted the attention of other students around as they stopped to watch what was going on.
"You went to work? What kind of work?" He questioned.
Allison peered at him from under her lashes but she looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with him.
"I’m asking you a question!!" He demanded.
Allison aggressively inhaled, then exhaled, trying to calm down her nerves. His loud and demanding tone was starting to annoy her, but she couldn’t do anything to shut him up, or else he would threaten her with a step once again.
"Ms. Selene had a photo shoot today, and she wanted to do her makeup. That’s where I’m coming from," she replied, biting her tongue to swallow her anger.
Derek was yelling at her as if she was so child he’d let out of his sight for just a few seconds, only to find out she’d been ssing around.
She wanted to kick him between his legs and continue running towards her class.
"Are you sure you are telling the truth?" He asked, his glare pinning her on the ground. "Because if I find out that you’ve been lying about your whereabouts all this ti, Allison, I’m going to make you regret it," he warned.
"Don’t tell you believe what she just told you now."
They suddenly heard soone talk. When they turned their heads to their sides, they found Olivia walking towards them with skimpy clothes as always.
"She just told you that the actress she’s working for had a photoshoot? That’s where she’d been?" Olivia asked, sharing a look with Derek before her gaze settled on Allison. "This isn’t the first ti she’d used that excuse before, Derek."
"Olivia..."
"You shouldn’t be lying to your boyfriend, bestie. If you continue to lie to him, he’s gonna think you are cheating on him," Olivia finished, with a smirk on her lips.
Instantly, Derek’s head snapped to Allison with a scowl.
"Are you cheating on , Allison?" He questioned, feeling his blood boil at the thought that she might.
In their relationship, he believed he was the only one who was allowed to ss around, while Allison wouldn’t. Which was why they agreed on an open relationship in the first place.
His fist clenched by his side at the thought that soone was touching Allison.
Allison ignored him, facing Olivia.
"Like you said, he’s my boyfriend. Who are you to have an opinion here?" she shot back at Olivia, her tone sharp and unyielding.
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