Nicolas immediately turned around. He glared at the man who had just kicked down his door like an animal, and his face twitched. "You! What the hell? You just broke my door!"
"Maybe if you weren't being a jerk, I wouldn't have done that!" Roman glared right back at him.
"Pay for it," Nicolas demanded.
"It's not that big of a deal," Roman scoffed, intending to take steps into the house. But Nicolas shot him a withering eyes that cold kill if it was possible to do so.
"Don't even think about it."
He warned.
"Get out of my house!"
"Nicolas—"
"Get out and don't bother me! I mean it."
They stood staring at each other, and having had enough, Nicolas turned away to disappear from the living room. "Don't ever come to my place again. Actually, k don't want to see your face, let alone tolerate your presence. So do me a favor and—"
"What the heck is your problem?" Roman spat, questioning.
Nicolas didn't even look at him, shooting back, "Don't ask me stupid questions."
