Diana’s POV
“Micheal?” I turned to my father and I saw a smirk on his face. Why does he look so happy? I thought this was a father-and-daughter hangout.
I am shocked seeing Micheal; if he is not shocked, then that means this was also planned out.
Fuck! I cursed within me. Can’t anything in my life now just be normal? Without being manipulated to happen?
I shook my head at Micheal, who wore a maniacal grin as he approached me. My hands curled into a tight fist.
Goodness knows how much I am craving to punch out that look off his face.
He winked.
Oh lord… Help me right now. Help me to stay f*****g calm.
My chest heaved as my breathing increased. I turned to my father and he faced me and raised his brows, probably feigning surprise.
Yeah… well it was too late now. I know y’al
