“Where are you taking me? Hello? Stop right there! And what did you say to that stranger? You’re my boyfriend? You? My boyfriend? Huh! Dream on! We barely like each other, couldn’t stand being in the same space and suddenly we’re dating? You are seriously retarded!”
Marc didn’t know where the boost of confidence came from, but he went out and said it when he saw Harry kissed her hand. He felt his eye twitch in annoyance at the way he looked at Amaya. Yet satisfied when the male looked dejected, disappointed, and dumbfounded by his words, he had bought Marc’s lie easily.
Plus I'm much better looking than he is... she'd never date a boring looking guy like him...
He dragged the confused Amaya quickly, then as if waking up from a daze amid walking, she kept throwing him non-stop accusation
