Yala’s POV
My heart raced as I returned to the gallery's reception area, unable to believe I had allowed Charles to kiss me like that. But I couldn't resist that wretch. He has some power over me, which made it impossible for me to resist him. That jerk's kiss is still as I remembered it: intense, strong, breaking down all my barriers.
Yes, I had kissed Charles in the past, right in the middle of an argument. But he later claimed it was the biggest mistake of his life. I don't even know why I let him do it again. I really don't. I knew that after it happened, he would say all sorts of stupid things, like always. Like claiming I could get used to it? Who does he think he is to treat me that way? He even wants me to admit that I like being in his arms. Ha, ha, I'd die before admitting som
