Avilla’s pov.
"Rohan?" I asked shocked.
They both turned to face me and only one had an apologetic look on their face.
I really can't believe this, I am busy worrying out us and he was over here making out with some girl at his party.
I told Camilla that he had doubts and this just confirmed it.
"Avilla, I can explain" he said desperately.
"Please do" I urged him.
I really wanted to hear the nonsense he was going to say to me.
"Rohan, who is this?" the girl asked him in her whiny voice.
"Get out!" I told her firmly.
"What? You can't talk to me like that" she insisted.
"Get the f**k out of here!" I screamed at her.
"Jesus Christ! Calm down Avilla" Rohan said when the girl scurried out of the room.
"Don’t you dare?" I told him harshly.
"I am sorry"
