Amaya’s POV…
She looked like a model, her skin danced in smooth fashion and her face was covered in makeup, in a way it made her look even more beautiful, and she had a frown on her face, her baby blue eyes glared at me; as if she wanted to hurt me, like she wants me out of here and I saw as she held something in her hand, it was a basket of flowers.
Is she girlfriend or his w***e? I wasn't concerned about that, this arrangement was fake, and he could have whomever he wanted to, as long as no one would disrespect me or anyone would get to put me down, I wasn't concerned about how he was going to behave.
I looked away from her and I noticed she was glaring at me, waiting for me to give her an answer to the question that she had, and I wanted to, I just have no idea what I am going to te
