ANGELA’S POV
I placed my hand on my hips as I stared coldly at the man in front of me.
I so badly wanted to curse at him, how dare he suggest that I was following him around because I was interested in him?
How big was his ego? Did he really think that everyone else was interested in him?
What an i***t!
"She's your daughter?" He asked, a guilty tone in his voice.
My father nodded his head, and the man with my father smiled sheepishly.
"Well, it seems it was just a misunderstanding. Come on, Jamal, apologize to the pretty lady. It's not nice to offend a woman," the other man, one whom I assumed was Jamal's father because of their similarity, said.
Jamal looked at me, and even though he obviously did not want to, he still muttered a sorry.
I sneered, I did not care for his ap
