A smile curved up Miguel's lips as he watched her. He had gotten her pissed and that was exactly what he wanted. He doesn't know why, but he just loves to get on her nerves.
He looked at what used to be his meal now on the floor and then back at her. "Make sure to clean it up." he pushed his chair back and stood up.
"You wish!" Gemma snorted. She watched with anger as Miguel leisurely walked out of the kitchen.
"Oh you will Baby girl," he said over his shoulder.
Gemma walked over to the stove and opened the pot on it. To her utter dismay, it was empty.
"What the f…'' Gemma felt like crying as she stared at the empty pot. She was hoping to see some food left in it.
She hasn't had anything to eat for the past 24 hours and she was starving.
Her eyes went to Miguel's meal that she had thrown away. Now she wished she had not done that, she should have just eaten it instead.
