Amelia's POV
"Hey, I said I was sorry, didn't I? He sounded genuinely interested in knowing more about you and you know he has that look where you can't say no to him." Bianca says as we walk down the hallway to the cafeteria for lunch.
Of course I know the look. I've been played by the look already. On the bright side, there wasn't so much cash in my wallet and he couldn't access my credit card without my password, thank God he hadn't asked me yesterday when I was under him and he was on top of me and...
He's seated at our table, two girls perched beside him, taking pictures and giggling. I should've reported the bastard to Emilio so they'd take his internet access and he'd be left with nothing. Explaining how he'd taken the wallet in the first place is the only reason I hadn'
