SERENA
Despite assuring myself that I was composed as f**k, the minute I got in front of Havoc's door, all the composure wore off.
'Serena, tell me one reason why you're so worked up. Havoc is human, not some kind of god. Once he sees you are all fidgety, he'll use that to his advantage.' A tiny voice spoke to my ears.
Nah, this wasn't my usual subconscious self 'cause I know her too well. She was in full support of that whatever Havoc does.
'Oh please, Serena. I support nothing but the truth. You f*****g want that man, what's the whole fuss about? You are being very dramatic at this point. Tssskkk.' my subconscious must be pissed now, judging from her loud hiss.
The prospect helped me with carrying Havoc leather jacket and vest and I was super grateful to him for that. Imagine if I
