EMILY’S POV
Anger, pain and envy at his perfect outfit is what was running through my mind. f**k, his smirk is so f*****g annoying, it doubles the embarrassment. I just want to shoot it off his face! But, I need a change of outfit. I mean I can’t walk out like this!
“Go on? You were saying? Or should I say pleading?” his eyes glinted as he shot a brow up.
My pride got the best of me, “Fine! I don’t need your second change or whatever! I’ll handle it myself.” I say tucking out my shirt from my ripped pants but it did nothing to hide the epic tear. “Who cares if my pant is to the public, it’s just one day of work!” I shot back to no one in particular, one day of work and embarrassment.
I close my eyes realising what I had just done ~~ Dished the opportunity for a change of clothes. Bu
