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Chapter 10: Jeremy Chen

Punctuality was never particularly my thing, not because I can be inflicted with the title of lazy. But just the fact I could not really care about most things.

However, in a rare sequence of events. I am the first person at the bar waiting to celebrate Mavericks entrance of freedom.

The bastard Niko dragged me here and then abandoned me when he caught a glimpse of a certain blonde heiress scouring the area with those unconventionally large cobalt eyes.

If we were in a cartoon, I'm sure his clothes would have been left on the floor with the speed he ran out here.

My leg is currently propped up on the bar table, ignoring the glances I am currently getting from my lack of manners. It is a bar, not the queen's castle.

"Well well, where have I seen this sight before?" Speaking of the queen.

Biting back the grunt that rests on the edge of my tongue, my head swivels over to catch a glimpse of the most ignorant asshole to ever exist.

His smoky hair tousled like he just rolled out of bed, still in the same crumpled shirt as earlier while the subtle evening light gleaming from the window illuminates his olive skin. He's too good looking for his own good.

An exasperated sigh escapes me as he slides into the booth, keeping distance between as he perches himself on the seat as if he is the king of the world.

In no interest to engage with him, I dropped my head back against the seat. Avoiding his stupid gaze as my fingers twirl a ripped up napkin.

"What's with your knickers in a twist?"

"Why do you speak like a posh boy?"

A snicker escapes him as he tilts his head, the piercing gaze of his scanning every inch of my body. Studying every crevice and every single small detail as if he is attempting to see what is beneath my skin and bones. "So you can speak."

The sudden urge to roll my eyes seeps into my veins, however that would feed into him in a fashion that would lead me to drop to a new low.

Watching intently as he adjusts himself and leans his elbows onto the table as he rests his head in his hand, watching me carefully just as I watch him.

Silence rears over us, the sound of the rest of the bar being tuned out as the entire background becomes a blur.

My gaze narrows at his, while he carries not a care in the world. I want nothing more than to jab a knife in his stupid eye.

From the moment he learned how to talk, there has been nothing but annoyance that left his mouth.

He throws his head back as he twirls a knife in his hand while an exasperated breath escapes him, "It would not kill you to speak."

"Believe me. It would."

A low breathy chuckle escapes me as he lifts his head and meets my gaze with the tilt of his head, "We do this dance too often, how much longer shall I keep provoking you?"

"You love provoking people."

"Especially you." He grins, stretching wide across his face.

I throw my head back crossing my arms over my chest as my eyes shut in a moment to tune everything out.

The feeling of the seats dipping down as weight settles on it, my eyes snap open in a jolt as I find Callum sitting closer to me, his leg brushing against my knee as two girls sit on opposite sides of us.

An unamused expression slides across his face almost matching my face as an eyebrow raises on my face at the sight before me.

Everything goes into a blur as I'm forced off of the seat by the edge of Callums hip.