15: You’re impossible

SCARLETT

As I stood outside the stall waiting for Damien, I was seething with anger. My blood was boiling, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I tapped my foot impatiently, feeling like I was about to explode.

Every second felt like an eternity, and I was getting more pissed off by the minute. My fists were clenched, and I was ready to tear Damien a new one when he finally showed his face.

I couldn't stand his arrogant smirk, and the thought of him made me want to punch something. I was itching for a fight, and I couldn't wait to give him a piece of my mind when he stepped out of that goddamn restroom.

When he finally stepped out, his shock at seeing me was obvious, but it quickly morphed into that infuriating smirk of his.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he taunted, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Little Miss Mafia Princess sneaking into the men’s room? Does your big brother know you’re in the bathroom with me?”

I shot him a glare, my fists clenching at my sides a