"Yeah, it's told me something," she chuckled while wearing a scornful expression. "It's told me and showed me for that matter. That you're a lapdog, and you'll always be someone's lap dog. Regardless of if you don't like it."
Her legs swung as she inspected her nails, her back straight as if she was at a royal outing.
Elliot's hands clenched tighter at each word she said, to the point where his hands bled. "I. Am. Not. A. Lap. Dog." he gritted out. His face sporting a deadly look as he took a step closer towards her.
It was one thing if she called him an asshole, but it was another thing when she called him a lapdog. 'And to think I nearly risked my ass for this thing,' thought Elliot mentally as he glared at her.
"Oh, I'm right, you are," she stated, placing her hands in her lap as he turned to look at him. "Tell me something, why do you think Bryan asked you to do everything for him?"
