Rodrigo Pov
I sat there for almost an hour, waiting for Hillary to walk through that door, but she didn't. I got impatient and went out to look for her.
I looked around in the garden and couldn't find her. She wasn't in the kitchen either. Wait, where's Greta?
“f**k!” I cursed under my breath while sprinting upstairs to wear a shirt. I hurriedly to the garage and got into my car. I searched for the location of Greta's car and skidded off.
My eyes burned with anger as I drove. “Why the f**k is she always disobeying me? f**k!” I parked my car and started to look for them.
Fuck, how would I find them quickly in this huge f*****g building? I hope Greta is with her phone. I called Greta's number and she answered quickly.
“Greta….” “Sir, Hillary is talking to a man here.”
I felt lik
