MICHELLE’s POV.
When the knock came on the door, my heart skipped a beat. I actually thought Enzo came back after the stunt he pulled. How can he kiss me like that and worst of all, I didn’t even push him away.
I allowed him to kiss me for as long as he wanted before I finally pushed him away and sent him off.
Maybe he is the one by the door and I am ready to give him a piece of my mind but as soon as I fling the door open, I freeze.
It is not Enzo but Nicholas. How did he know my room number and why the hell is he in front of my door?
My eyes darken at the sight of him, the nerve of him to show up in front of me after what he did to me.
“Nicholas?” His name rolls out of my lips, “why are you here?”
“Enzo?” He asks me, “is that who you are seeing now?”
My forehead curves up, how do
