Fifty two: Quarrel

In a way, this felt so much like a nightmare. The fact he was seated on my chair, wasn't supposed to be a big deal. But, I knew that once his ass touched that chair, he was going to get what he wanted. 

It felt so hard to breath. I felt like weeping, but was definitely not going to do that in front of them. I was confident. I was strong. I was the greater one. And yes, I was Louellal. 

I couldn't keep standing here. I wasn't a coward. 

Petrified, yet being a fearless ass, I sauntered towards the table. "You're back?" I asked, fury and fear lingering in my tone. 

"If you say so." He crossed his legs over each other, smirking devilishly at me. "But, left to me, I won't say I'm back. Cause, I've always been here."

"Mr. Warren." I scoffed. My arms linked on my chest, my legs getting weak as I stepped closer to the table. "Bad to see you again, sir. So, may I know