“Please leave," Anabella hissed at Charles. The man was constantly at her side. For some reason, he didn't understand what no meant, and after last night, she never wanted to see him, or his friend again.
She grabbed her towel off the chair and dried herself, unaware that the camera was still on her.
“No, sugar," he said in a low voice, “you are mine."
“I'm not yours, and never will be. Have you forgotten a very important piece of information I shared with you not so long ago? Someone by the name of Aldrich? The man I love? This conversation is over, Charles!" she hissed, walking away with another forced smile on her face as she waved to supporters in the arena.
When she got to her locker, she heard her phone ring. Grabbing her bag, she rummaged around in it until she found her cell. T
