Chapter 15
Rosebud Martinez
“Who was that, Rose?”
I saw Mathew standing close to the window, but he turned to face me the moment I walked inside the living room.
I rolled my eyes. For fuck’s sake, I had a long day today, and the last thing I wanted was to be bothered by him.
“I've been calling you nonstop, Rose. Why didn't you answer your phone?” He didn't wait for me to answer his first question before he threw another one to me. Not that I was planning to answer, anyway.
Is he seriously asking me that when he spent the night at Megan's?
“I had work to do.” I replied to him simply.
“Work to do? It's Sunday today, Rose. And why didn't you tell me about this so-called work?” He raised his voice, his face burning with fury.
Seriously? Does he have an idea how much he sucks at acting? He thought I would fall for that and think he cares so much about me?
“Cut me some slack, Mathew. Don't make a big deal out of this. Besides, you didn't sleep at home too last night, and you didn't let me
