Chapter seven

Chapter Seven

~Emily's POV

"Emily, are you with me?" That is the question he put to my face.

"I am not with you Joe, you have to change your dress sense." 'Damn! I am so irritated,' that word went down my gut.

All I wanted is for him to dress like a normal haman.

"Look at me Emily," turning himself around, "this dress on my body is damn… I mean fucking damn okay," he said.

Those words hit my ear and I felt like puking immediately, "WTF!" I couldn't stop myself from uttering that vulgar word.

"What?"

That's the question Joe put to my face. He is not getting my point at all and I am so pissed off.

"Come on Joe, why are you like this?" I asked.

"Like what, Emily. As far as I am concerned, this dressing is okay," he said.

Right now, I am so frustrated. "You know what…Joe, get out of my room right now," I said pointing at the door.

"Those words are harsh," Joe rolled those words down his tongue.

That word he just uttered is damn irritating. "Do I look like I care?" I tend thos