Chapitre 38: Chapter 38

Bimbo's POV

Think

Think

Think

What can you do Tiff?

Pacing my penthouse in my greenish shorts and white bralette, I brainstorm for a plan to get rid of that pest Aspen.

I wasn't going to kill her or kidnap her. That's out of the question. I may want her gone but nothing like that.

With a plop, I threw myself on the couch.

Light bulb.

I smirk to myself and grab my phone. I call the best person in this business. If he can't stay mad at her...She can stay mad at him.

Aspen's POV

I sulk looking at the now, black stainless steel pot. I thought it wasn't supposed to burn. “I can’t cook.”

"I can see that," He says sounding amused. I sigh and my phone goes off.

I'm n-not in love,

I'm n-not in love, no more

And I wanna shout it,

And tell the world,

I- I I love that,

I'm not your girl,

I'm n-not in love,

With you

Shit, I forgot to change it. I quickly run to my phone ignoring his gaze and answer it without looking.

"Hello?"

"Aspen"