EMILY'S STANDPOINT
The drive to Alexander's home was quiet and none of us said a word to each other.
Alexander is still pissed by the fact that I blatantly refused to wear stilettos and please his father as he suggested plus he was mad that I refused drop the name Mr. CEO when he was clearly the one that drew the line in the first place.
I wonder why he is not been consistent.
"Are you seriously going to keep giving me attitude for the rest of the drive to my house?" He asked, glaring at me and I faced him, my face devoid of any emotions.
"I don't know what you're talking about Mr. CEO," I replied and I saw him clench his fist in fury but I simply pretended not to see anything.
"If there's anything you want me to do I'll gladly do it apart from wearing heels to please your father. That is one thing I am not willing to do Mr. CEO," I added.
