79. Chelsea

Chelsea

I could feel the anger pumping through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest after Alastair had left the room, leaving behind a trail of offensive remarks. And now, this woman standing before me, who I didn't even know, had the audacity to ask such a disrespectful question. She was undeniably beautiful, with her striking black eyes, sharp nose, and short blonde hair. She exuded confidence, her fashion sense impeccable as she stood tall in her black high heels and office suit. But her words needed a filter.

"Pardon?" I cleared my throat, giving her a chance to choose her words more wisely.

With her arms crossed, she seemed unperturbed by speaking to an unfamiliar woman in such a demeaning manner. "Oh, girl. Did you piss him off by trying to kiss him? Or did you ask for oral and to fuck face-to-face, which he certainly loathes?" A wicked smirk spread across her face.

My teeth clenched in frustration. Okay, bitch! That was more than enough. "If you're so interested in knowing ab