CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
DERA'S POV
My hands were stuck magnetically on my face. I was trying very hard to understand the situation. Did Selena truly lift her hands on me? Or did the slap just descend from heaven?
I had to raise my eye to meet her, to be sure that she indeed was the assaulter. I equally left my desk to stand just inches away from her to scrutinize her efficiently.
Her face was red with anger, and her chest was swollen in disgust.
"How dare you Selena" I blasted loudly, loud enough to send some workers running out of their duty post.
"How dare you too, Dera. How devilish could you be, that you can't even help a friend" She returned the heat
I was amazed. More with her brazenness than with the dirty slap.
"So is that the main reason behind the slap?" I asked still in shocking surprise. I still couldn't believe the scenario. Selena had the balls to slap me?
