After taking Zia to her apartment, I headed home. We had a short but necessary conversation. She is so mature in many things, but her emotions won when it comes to the past.
I had to explain to her that the same thing happened to me when I drank that drink, but fortunately, it didn't go any further.
Carter had no reason to lie; he seemed like a trustworthy man.
I wish Zia would trust a little more; she thinks that all men will only want s*x. And because of her former job, many will reject her when she is more valuable than she thinks.
I arrived home with the floral arrangement in my hands. I knocked on the door, and there was Will, who seemed to be finishing preparing dinner.
"Wow, what's that?" he pointed with the spoon in his hand.
"It looks like a congratulatory gift for the prese
