Kiara shrugged. “Probably…”

“Yes or no, Kiara.”

Kiara glared at him. “I don’t have to answer you, I’m not obligated to.”

She walked towards the only exit in the room, gasping when his hands grabbed hers before she could run away. His question puzzled her even though it shouldn’t, did she hate him?

She did…or rather she was supposed to, but…

Kiara clenched her fist, no buts, she wouldn’t let her stupidity blind her. She hated him and even if she didn’t she’d work her way towards hating him.

"Just answer me, please…I want to know.”

Kiara nodded her head, her eyes not meeting his. “I do, I hate everything about you. I even hate looking at your face now.”

“Really…?” he stepped closer to her and Kiara gagged when that scent from last night ran across her nose. It wasn’t as strong as it was last night, but she could still smell it. “Do you really hate me?”

“Can you…” Kiara pushed at his chest, feeling nauseous all over again. “Can you give me some space…? Your scent, the alcohol…it’