Clara's POV
"I have to leave. My lunch hour is almost over," I said, standing from my chair.
He turned to look at his watch. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes, I have to leave." I insisted again. I pushed my chair in.
"Okay, I can drop you off." He suggested.
"No, it's okay." I insisted again.
The last thing I needed was to be linked up to another Montenegro. The rumours would go around saying I was an escort.
I rushed out of the restaurant; Vincent stayed behind to pay the bill.
I guess my lunch with him wasn't too bad after all. Maybe Layla did mean to help me relax a little bit. Right now, I was more focused on not being late than on Layla's intentions.
The car that drove me here awaited me when I stepped out.
The driver welcomed me, once again opening my door.
With three minut
