#Chapter111
I swear Mico gives up on life. He sighs, groans and gets up and walks to my kitchen and starts looking for a kettle, or something to do while we have ourselves an immature squabble over here. I think he’s resigned himself to the fact this is the inevitable outcome, and he should just stay out of it.
‘Mature … as always, London.’ Alexi raises his brow right back and I cave immediately. Both with the snide remark and the use of that not cute, ever fucking irritating pet name he likes to use on me when he is being a prick. Temper that has been brimming inside all this time just explodes with that little superior fucking put down, and all my hatred and loathing is right back in his face.
‘Why don’t you do us all a favour and go fuck yourself??’ I scream at him, losing my cool and letting loose.
