LAUREEN'S POV
The trip back home was a quiet one, even though we sat in the same part of his private jet, we still did not say a word to each other throughout the short journey back to Los Angeles.
This tension in the air was due to two things for me. First, was Beryl, a woman I didn't even know but one I knew I couldn't measure up to, just as he had told Joel. Secondly, I allowed myself to be carried away, giving the impression that I wanted him, an emotion he took pride in, though he refused to say a word about it.
“I haven't done anything yet." He had whispered in my ear and I could feel goosebumps spread over my skin.
"I wonder why you don't see that you are much better than your sister, I can attest to that.” He had added and laughed, knowing that he had said something contradict
