Jasmine Everly's P O V
"What are you doing now, Mr. Danovan? Why are you getting out of the car?" I asked in confusion, while staring straight into his eyes.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He asked, turning to me like he had done nothing.
I clinched my hand in anger but then took a sigh, trying to calm myself down, saying, "No! So you can go back.".
"That's very rude!" He said, still looking at me with the same look.
"You shouldn't talk about that, Mr. Donovan," I almost shouted in anger, when the memories of his words that happened a few hours ago hit me hard, but I didn't let it lose my cool and continued, "I should be the one to decide if I should let anyone in and you are not invited, so go back."
