LILA POV
It was evening, and I was back home at Rafael's penthouse. Today had been f*****g hectic, and my body ached so bad. Today was worse than yesterday... The fact that Rafael had almost blown our cover back at the office-and the fact that he confirmed me as hell. What exactly does that dude f*****g want?
I'm f*****g tired of his on-and-off attitude... His f*****g mood swings. One minute, he's putting on a new act that I'm trying so hard to process; the next, he's acting all cold again. What the f**k does he exactly want?
I arched my back slowly, pulling off the last dress I had on. I needed a cool shower, then step out, call Ava, and speak to her briefly on Derrick's update.
So far, Ava had been playing it cool since I told her about Rafael. I know she's aching to know more, but
