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“You can just put it there,” I whisper and point towards the table at the corner of the room. He and his driver oblige.
His driver excuses himself, but Perez is still stalling. If everything was normal, I would invite him in for a cup of tea but not now.
“Gianna, is that you?” Chris’s voice calls from the living room, and I freeze. The sound of approaching footsteps coming nearer.
Perez looks behind me, recognition flashing through his face.
“Perez?” His voice is laced with shock and anger.
“Oh, Chris, fancy seeing you here.” Perez brushes past me, grinning.
The sound of a crack and Perez stumbling backward beside me snaps me out of my stupor.
The sight that greets me when I turn is unbelievable. Perez is gripping his bleeding jaw, and Chris is glaring daggers at him.
He stops towards Perez, holding him harshly by his collar. “What the hell are you doing with her?”
“Chris?” I call, taken aback by his sudden anger. I have never seen him so out of it. Were they ever really friends?
He doesn't listen to me, backing Perez harshly against the wall. “Why are you not saying anything, you bastard?” he snaps, his eyes red with rage. What are you planning?”
Perez keeps quiet just looking at Chris as if he has gone insane.
“Say something!” Chris yells, startling me.
When Perez just smiles, he drags him by his tie like an animal towards the door. Why is Perez not fighting back?
“Get out!” He yells.
I touch his arm, but he wiggles my hand away. “Chris, stop this!”
“Let him be, Gianna,” Perez says. “He needs to vent his anger.” He's still smirking.
What the hell is wrong with these two?
“Gianna? You have the guts to say her name?” He yanks the door open and throws Perez out as if he weighs nothing. “Don't ever come near her again. Otherwise, I will kill you with my own bare hands,” he threatens. His voice leaves no doubt that he means every word he says. And that alone brings shivers down my spine.
Perez stumbles away, and I move to help him. Only for Chris to hold my hand and stop me from leaving. His harsh gaze settles on me. “Where do you think you are going?”
“Let me go. You are acting irrationally.” His grip on my hand tightens, hurting me. I'm sure my skin is red from his grip.
He pulls me back in and slams the door closed, startling me, and making me take a step back.
The Chris in front of me scares the hell out of me. “What is going on with you? How can you do that to him?”
“What is your relationship with him?”
“Answer my question first.” I stand my ground, refusing to cower in his presence. He's the one acting out of it.
He clutches his hands at his side. “What relationship do you have with Perez that he gets to come into your house?”
“He's my client.”
“Client,” he says as if the words sound ridiculous in his ears. “You invite every one of your clients into your home?” He scoffs. “He was even carrying the presents I bought for you, Gianna.”
He says my name in a derisive manner. The same way he used to call my name in the past. It angers me.
“Don't talk to me like that,” I warn, done with his nasty attitude.
