HECTOR'S POV
I’m exhausted as f**k after a load of work, and my goddamn phone wouldn’t stop buzzing all f*****g day. Then I came home to this disaster.
Grandma isn’t making any sense to me right now. She can’t possibly send us packing.
I felt Rubi freeze beside me. I don’t really care about what she’s feeling. I don’t care about her. But why did my heart jump in fright when Victoria attacked Rubi? I felt my possessive instinct all at once, and I even shouted at Victoria. I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it.
Rubi has some sort of hold on me, and I don’t like it. I hate her, and I hate that I want her so badly.
Being in my penthouse with Rubi is not a good idea. I won’t be able to stop myself from touching her, feeling her so close. f**k! That would be torture.
I need to stop this
