LARA's POV
Now, I'm starting to feel like a nuisance.
Don't tell anyone this, but I have sent Leo fifteen texts, all unread and unreplied.
I dial his number again and... yep. Straight to voicemail. "Leo, where the heck are you, please?! You can't just disappear on us like this."
I stare at the gigantic portrait hanging on the wall in his house. He's lucky he's so handsome. His personality though? Shitty as f**k. What kind of jerk abandons a girl in a hotel room after saying he wants her? The hotel receptionist watched me walk out, and I swear, I heard the woman snicker at me. I glare at Leo's portrait again, wishing he was here so I can punch his precious, money-making face. But a part of me is deeply worried.
It's been an entire week since he left. Seven days is too long, way too l
