#Chapter8 Sketchy Lines
/"What woman?/" Sonya asked, confused by the sudden change in both their demeanours. They seemed to be getting along very earlier when they were busy insulting her, but right now they looked like all they wanted to do was to rip each other apart.
/"The woman who emptied an entire bottle of champagne on me last night./" Logan gritted angrily.
MJ gave a sarcastic laugh and ran a tongue over her teeth at the confession. /"So you are the bastard from last night, huh?/" She said, gritting her teeth.
Logan’s own temper flared and he narrowed his eyes at her. /"What did you just call me?/" He asked.
/"You heard me, bastard./" MJ mocked, and Sonya took this chance to intervene as she stood between them and placed her hand on Logan to stop him from lunging at MJ.
The tension in the room was palpable that Sonya wished the floor could just swallow her up, it literally felt like being in a kraal with two bulls.
