Grace
“What?” I said. I couldn't believe my ears. Did he just say what I thought, he said?
“You are twisted.” I wrapped my hand around my arm and squeezed it hard, making sure I wasn't daydreaming. What is happening today? Did Satan start liking me?
“I guess you can say that. Be my girlfriend and I will keep your secret safe with me. How is that?” He asked in an absurdly cheerful tone. That is bad, moron. I controlled the feeling to snap at him.
“Why do you want me to be your girlfriend? Among all girls in our college, why are you choosing me? A s*x worker?” I threw his words back at him. Wasn't he the one who spoke s**t about me? He shrugged.
“My father wants me to have a good, stable relationship. Otherwise, he won't hand me his business and I have to start working a regular jo
