Chapter 18

My eyes moved away from the glass of water I turned myself as Bronx walked into my office. I looked away, ignoring him till I was done drinking the entire liquid.

"You shouldn't be here." I said in a wry tone as I adjusted to continue typing on my laptop.

"Mum sent you these." I raise my eyes to see the bag which I knew contained food in it.

"Your mother never learns, does she? I've never eaten one of her fake affectionate foods yet she keeps sending more." I roll my eyes and huff out a breath. I rest back on my chair and motion with my eyebrows at the couch at the side of my office. "Drop it there and leave." I instruct.

"She said you should have a taste and tell me how it is."

"So persistent. My taste buds need medical attention. Cook up something to tell her. Maybe too salty or. . . the food is as awful as how she makes me feel." I give him a dramatic smile. "That's much better I tell you and much more believable." I say, now crossing my legs over the other.

"You shouldn't act th