Brianna stared at Scott in surprise. To make it up to me? Did he say that?
"Tell me. What do you want?" Scott asked.
Everything I have is his. All the clothes, jewelry, shoes, and bags. What else can I ask him for material-wise? She could have killed me, pushing down the stairs. How does he make it up? Brianna thought.
"She's your precious princess. Why would you want to make it up to me?" Brianna said.
Scott carried her up to his room and sat her down on the sofa. He stood by the window and lit another cigarette. "Don't sulk anymore." He said.
Brianna thought for a while before she said, "So, I can ask for anything?"
Scott went and stood in front of her. He tapped on her lips gently with his long slim finger and said, "Anything except leaving me."
Brianna opened her eyes wide, startled. He has guessed my thoughts again.
