"Why can't you love me?" Paul asked me abruptly. I moved my gaze toward him.
'Why do I care for you? You've got Nikita and a lot of other females in your life. And in your life, I'm merely a bed warmer.' I thought as I moved my gaze from him.
"Please, Paul, I'm not in the mood to talk," I responded furiously. But Paul was not an easy boy; he would do whatever he wanted to. He rubbed my cheek and asked quietly, "Elena, do you want me to hit you again?"
"Then don't be rude to me," he continued.
I fixed my gaze on him. I didn't want to be assaulted again by him because I was so tired. I drew my brows together and lowered my gaze. Paul asked, "Now tell me, do you know Ron?"
'This lunatic will not forget about it.' I thought as I inhaled deeply and then added, "I'm not familiar with him. H
