The Offer Still Stands, Lily.

“Get in the car, Lily,” He began speaking, yet, I didn't bother looking at him.

“I am taking you home.”

I finally lifted my gaze to look at him, glaring at him in the process. I will never learn my lesson until he probably ends me.

“And what gives you the impression that I will get in your car after saying that?”

He sighed, as though explaining or giving an answer to my question was much work for him to do.

“And what makes you think you can go on with your everyday peaceful life after making a fuss in front of Di Benedetto?” He questioned and pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his leather jacket.

He opened the cigar box, pulled out a stick of cigarettes from it, and placed it in between his lips. Just when he was about to spark the lighter, I snatched the cigarette from his lips.

My unthinkable action seems to have caught him off guard as he raised a brow at me, obviously eager for an explanation.

“Cigarettes are not good for the lungs,” I said at once, while mentally s