NIRELLE
Lucien walks in as if he owns the place; of course, he does, but this is supposed to be my room. He ignores my question and walks straight to me, reading everything I had written down. I close the book, but I know it's already too late, as I can tell he has read it.
"Were you contemplating taking up my offer?"
"No," I shout, but that is not going to change the fact that he already saw it. "I did not write that," I say, and the lie flows freely even though it sounds ridiculous.
"Are you hiding someone else here?" he asked in a teasing tone.
I pause, pressing my lips together and staring at him. This man had acted like I was invisible for the entire day, and now he was teasing me? Why? Why was he here?
"Did you bring me up?" I ask and he nods. "Thank you, but next time there is
