Lance's POV
I sighed as I leaned on Sheila's bed, I was happy I came earlier, I didn't what she'll do to Maisie, she was surprised by the order I gave Maisie, and I was sure she'll suspect something or report to my father, but I just didn't care.
If anyone wanted to hate Maisie or make her suffer they would have to go through me first, Raphael made me realize that no matter how much I tell myself, I don't care about her.
No matter how much I tell myself that I hate her, it wouldn't matter much or change anything, all it did was make me deceive myself, nothing would change the fact that I still had feelings for her, I cared about her and I still do, I was just telling myself otherwise.
"I'll be off," I stood up and she sighed.
"Won't you stay for a while?" She pouted and I
