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Committed relationship?
Chris had to wait before he spoke. He took a quick deep breath. "Look, I don't know what you want, but she's been my friend for as long as I can remember. You and I met becauseshewanted me to date you. She's grieving and she needs me. If you don't get it, I can't make you!"
"So, are you saying that I'm not important to you?" A tear fell on her cheek.
"Where?" He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "Where did you get that from? Where did I imply that? "
She looked away, sniffed, and then wiped her tears. He sighed, hating every moment.
She spoke again, "You didn't even tell me that her father left you so much in his will."
He frowned. "What? I was gonna tell you today. What? Who told you?" he stuttered.
She looked up at him, hurt. "Giselle told me on the phone yesterday when I called to check up on her. She said that the papers were final and everything was being processed."
"Yeah," he said. "I wanted it to get confirmed before I told you. Wait, is this why you're upset?"
"I'm just upset, Chris! A lot is going on."
He sighed. "What do you want me to do?"
She looked at the floor. "Are you supposed to give half of your profit to her?"
He sat on the opposite sofa and refused to answer.
"You work so hard, Chris. You should be the one to keep it all." She played with her fingers.
Chris couldn't believe his ears. He leaned forward and clenched his teeth. "I'm not Abbott's son to claim anything."
"So?" She looked up. "You deserve it!"
"How?" Nothing made sense to him.
"I don't know! It should be yours. If you're working so hard to earn, why should she get half the profit?"
"Have you lost your mind?" He stared at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. "It's all hers. It should never have been mine. Do you even know what—"
"You should take it," she cut him off, a small excited smile playing on her lips. "Just take it!"
He closed his eyes. He wanted to hit something.
"Take it from her," she said again. He stayed silent, and she continued, "She wouldn't even notice. We could just keep giving her misleading numbers. Just take it. We could live anywhere we want. We could do so—"
"Leave," Chris bit out.
"What?"
"Get out of my house."
"Excuse me?" she shrieked.
"Get out of my house!" he roared.
Taken aback, she opened her mouth to say something, but no words followed. She gulped, grabbed her bag, and ran out of the house.
Chris gave his face into his hands. He couldn't believe any of it. He couldn't believe Abby had said all those selfish things.
Instead of being thankful to Giselle and her father for blessing him with so much success, she wanted him to betray them. He could never have expected her to even think that way.
