(Nerina’s P.O.V)
After the disaster that was our dinner date, we headed back to the villa to lick our wounds. Well, ice our hands more specifically. The men were PISSED, like I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man more pissed off than John right now. The car ride back to the villa was silent, all of the men seething and us girls wanting to celebrate our victory but knowing it would just piss them off even more. We pull into the driveway and the men get out of the car, waiting for us to get out and escort us back into the house.
“So, how was the date?” Lizzie asks, wiggling her eyebrows.
“f*****g psychos.” Arthur whispers out, walking upstairs to change.
I walk into the kitchen, grabbing plastic Ziploc bags to fill with ice for our knuckles, and hand one each to Nikita and Kailani. We sit d
