Maxine Martin's POV
"Sir Enzo?"
I held onto the bedsheet tightly. Just when my heart rate had finally calmed down somewhat, it suddenly went wild again because of the man who had been the cause of my overthinking earlier.
"Maxine..." Another call from outside the door. I bit my lower lip.
Sh*t! What was he doing here?
Now I found myself clutching my chest. My breathing became heavier due to excessive nervousness. It's like the scene I walked in on earlier suddenly played in my mind again.
I felt foolish, quickly covering both hands on my face as if someone could see me. When I realized how overreacting I was being, I lay back down and covered myself with the blanket again.
No way! I'm not going out. I don't want to see Ethan's dad. I'm the one feeling embarrassed about what they did
