Chapter 9

POV: Rhys Anderson

I was busy mapping out strategies so as to up my game, when Nathan strolled in from the kitchen with a cup of hot tea placed on a saucer in his hands.

“Care to disclose your plans now?” He asked, sitting on the sofa, were I also sat.

“Almost. Hold on,” I said to him.

He sipped his tea, making a noisy sound which was irritating to my ears. “Could you find somewhere else to sit? The way you’re drinking your tea is disturbing my work,” I told him, as bluntly as I possibly could.

He shifted to the far end of the sofa, and kept on sipping it noisily. I didn’t want to sound like an old woman with the love for nagging and decided to just ignore him, and pay attention to my almost concluded strategy.

A few moments later, I smiled being fully convinced about my plan. I shut down the laptop and turned over to look at Nathan, bopping him slightly on the arm.

“What is it?” He asked, barely looking up from his cup of tea.

He was