Chapter One Hundred and twenty four

Ariana's POV;

"You're sure this is the place you want?" I heard him ask once again.

"For the umpteenth time,'' I rolled my eyes. "Yes babe, this is exactly what I want." I affirmed.

"It's small." He said, unable to hide the disgusted frown at the filthiness of the place that was yet to be cleaned up.

"It's almost as big as our bedroom." I pointed out.

"My point exactly."

I gave him a blank stare.

"Babe be supportive." I requested.

"I am and that's why I'm telling you to let me buy the whole building for you, so we could have it demolished and create a place of high taste." He said, raising his hands to demonstrate his point.

"I want to start small, with my own money." I enunciated.

We had been bickering over this matter all morning and I was getting exhausted but I wasn't going to give in to his persistence, I had to do this on my own.

"At least let me do something other than moral support." He practically pleaded.

"Well, you could give me some free business consultation an