Chapter Eighteen

Scar pov

I can't believe the audacity of Zion or is it because I'm working under him that he has the guts to tell me who i talk too but that's even better than him telling me not to smile unless he asked me too does he thinks he has to tell me everything I do even who to smile too that not possible I don't think he knows what he's saying either his high or something is wrong somewhere

I arranged the desk and walked out after informing him about the meeting he has which we need to be there in not less than thirty minutes because we have wasted enough time arguing or rather having sex. I seriously can't believe myself giving him every chances he gets with me but that's not entirely his fault if I haven't be so responsive to him

He came out shortly after I followed him but decided to take the general elevator which he insisted I ride with him but I can't because I don't want gossip because the way I'm seeing things the people here are actually good at it so I rejected riding with him w