He was so perfect.
Everything he did drew a smile to my face while erupting butterflies into my stomach as well as a volcano in my heart that melted more and more every day due to the love and affection he kept showering Lily and me.
And he never asked for anything in return.
But the more time he spent with us, the more I feared what the future hold for us. He is very handsome. He is the mafia king and filthy rich. He could get any woman he want. So, what will keep him tied to me? Such an ugly and unloveable and family-less person like me?
"What are you thinking about?" His voice lured me out of my wandering thoughts. "I could feel your eyes piercing through my face." I immediately shifted my gaze away to the t.v screen again. We were supposed to have a movie night in our room, seein
