Miles’s POV
“Are you f*****g serious, Miles? You were in bed with her?” Bianca’s voice was sharp with disbelief.
I didn’t respond. I simply got up from the bed, my face void of any reaction as I stared at her.
“Miles, I am talking to you! What is going on here?” she demanded, irritation lacing her tone.
“Bianca, it’s really not what it looks like,” Daphne interjected as she hurriedly got up. “I fell, and he was just trying—”
“You should leave, Daphne,” I cut in, my tone cold and detached.
Daphne hesitated for a second before nodding. She grabbed her things and hurried out of the room without another word.
Now, it was just Bianca and me.
Her expression flickered between anger and hurt as she stepped closer. “Miles, why won’t you talk to me?” Her voice softened, a hint of desperation
