ELIANA
The vibration of my phone brings me back to the present from the conversation. I check it, creasing my eyebrows when I read the lit up message on the dark screen.
“Car. Now. We promised aunty Vicky not to stay out till late.” The message reads.
“Asshole,” that's how I saved his number because he really is. Just like right now, he's being one.
My grip tightens on the phone more than it's supposed to,then slowly, I raise my head, my eyes searching around and I finally find him, at the far end of the compound like he’s an outsider. Like he wasn't having fun just a second ago.
He looks back at me for a minute way too long, his expression unreadable then turns around and walks to his red sports car. I grit my teeth. Why does he have to be the one to call shots? I didn't interrupt w
