"Ugh, Cayne, this is really not necessary now," I whined like a four year old, trying to shield my eye from the glaring flashes of paparazzi cameras.
Lately, Cayne and I have been all over the news. We had been in every popular magazine known worldwide. It's like our relationship was a pretty big deal.
And the reason why I was whining and complaining is because Cayne wanted to meet my parents. Which is really an absurd idea. I haven't seen them for ages now. And I don't want to know how their life is now because I'm not interested.
After our very heated office make out two weeks ago- a make out so intense that I was literally close to giving up my virginity to him, before pulling away and telling him no- we had spent everyday together ever since. And then he popped the dreaded question.
