Mena
Alessio had already caught up with Diego when I arrived downstairs. This time, he was wearing a suit instead of the robe.
Beside him stood his daughter, Pilar, once again eyeing Alessio like he was some sort of snack.
However, this time the way she stared at him like he was some prized possession, made me feel uncomfortable. Especially because Alessio who couldn't keep his eyes of her either, didn't seem to mind the attention.
I wasn't his type, and that's why he had forced me to be his fiancee. To get at his family, and prove them a point. I knew that.
It was easy to say for him that we had to make it work, and that I was the one being awkward—but eye-f*****g his business partner's daughter wasn't exactly helping his case.
I wasn't going to be a hater. Anyone could see that Pil
