DAHILA
I didn't stop kissing that reporter even as Anna was behind me, pulling me away. My mom joined in. I just can't, I was too angry to stop the kissing. I was too embarrassed to stop too. What? He shuts me out at the aisle, walks over there acting all lovey dovey with his girlfriend, and a kiss at our wedding!!
I hate him, I know that but doing that to me hurts! Finally, I stopped panting as I stared at the reporter, his cheeks flushed.
That's when I felt a large hand pulling me away, "Hey, let me go! Don't you dare..."
"Dahila!!" The man called my name with a force that I hadn't felt in a while, it was Oliver. The supposed partner in crime kinda friend to that shithead, Davis.
He was angry, he was trying so hard to hide it but who cares? I'm more angry! I want to pul
