Marcel's POV
"If you think you are going to just keep me here and expect me to sit and listen to you like some little princess, you better think again." Solana yelled. She was sitting on a couch, frowning at everything.
Oh, I already knew that. She showed it to me in every f*****g possible way. It was morning already, and she didn't get a wink of sleep. Neither did I. She made sure of it.
I gave her a good room, perfectly furnished and filled with everything that she might need. But Solana complained about it, just like she complained about every single thing, even the way my face looked. I never thought I would ever think myself ugly. No I was not ugly. I was far from it. I have had girlfriends in the past, and they all confessed about how handsome I looked. In fact, people easily get
