Chapter 17

I am standing in the driveway, waiting for my fiancé. He's late. So rude. I see him pull in. He's driving an impressive black sports car. I don't move back even as he gets closer. He stops just in front of my legs. I cross my arms and glare at him with cold eyes, showing him how angry I am because he is late and does not communicate.

Zuriel doesn't leave his car. He's watching me too... Bored. I huff and go to the passenger seat. I open the door and shut it.

" Morning," he says curtly.

" You're late."

" My bad,"

I grit my teeth and ball my hands in a fist.

" Apologise for being late. Have you no manners?" I sneer.

" It's not my fault, I forgot," he answers.

" Screw you," I murmured, looking out the window. In the corner of my eye, I see him smirk.

" You might soon," he murmured, driving. I gasp and stare at him. He looks straight ahead to the road. I inspect the car. It's even better inside. I wonder if he made this. His company was the best at manufacturing sports ca