I finally reached Mateo’s place, and luckily, he was there. I went into the leaving room and sat down. He sat on the opposite couch and stared at me. Waiting for me to tell him about my morning. Why I looked pissed and mad.
I wasn’t really mad at Paul. I needed him not to read my mind, hence I acted like that. But I also got pissed because he tried to act like my father. Like my husband. He was trying to control me. To tell me where I should and shouldn’t go. What I should and shouldn’t do.
I hated the council for the same reason. Controlling. They were control freaks and I never like such people.
And if Paul was that concerned about my affairs, it won’t be too long until it turns into an obsession. Which is what I don’t need right now. I have to sit him down and talk to him. Set the bo
