Daynara
I’m pissed off. No, I’m beyond pissed. With every step that I take, my anger fuels further. Nicholas remains silent, his expression indifferent as he opens the door and admits me inside.
Pushing my hair back, I turn to face him, “Why are you pretending that you didn’t kiss and touch me the other night?”
Nicholas doesn’t blink as he gazes intently into my eyes, “I’m not pretending anything. I just think we need to save this for another time.”
His words incite my rage further. We’ve had feelings for each other for years, and now he’s acting like he doesn’t want me. If he thought I would let this go, he’s wrong.
“You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful man I've ever seen,” I continue when he arches a brow at my confession, “But I also thought you we
