Chapter 18

Nicole Vargas

I looked at the Russian model in front of me. Her eyes roaming over my body and stopped when it reached my angry eyes.

 "Veronika." I stated as I gave her a skeptical look.

"Can I come inside?" She asked, smiling tightly at me. She wore a dark green dress with spaghetti straps with five inch killer heels. She literally towered over me like a giant ogre.

"So you can murder me with your stilettos? I don't think so."

She sighed and rolled her eyes at me. "We really need to talk. You look so miserable and I pity you."

"I don't need your pity." I snapped as I glared at her. I cannot believe she came all the way here to tell me this.

Veronika just shrugged her shoulders and stepped inside my apartment. "Whatever you say, but we need to talk."

What is it with these people wanting to talk to me? And did she just waltz inside my apartement? The nerve.

"If you don't get your dirty feet out of my apartment,