It’s been five days, since Viktor and my encounter, in his office.
One week, since my mate tried to reject me and failed miserably.
I still can’t believe it went down like that.
“You’re lying,” I had said to him.
My words stopped him at the door.
He turned, looked at me, and gave a sad smile. “That’s my girl,” he said, then opened the door and walked out.
I stood there alone in the office for a while longer. I wasn’t sure what to do?
He gave me a fake rejection.
He didn’t want to kiss me.
Yet, he called me ‘his girl’.
What the f**k?
What possibly be holding him back? Not knowing the answer to this question was just pissing me off even more.
Ever since that morning, I have made it my mission to avoid him at all costs. The only times I had to endure his presence were in the Amba
