CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“I’ve got to admit, the service here is rather exquisite. I would not mind coming here a second time,” I commented watching as the polite waitress set down our dinner.
“Agreed,” he replied, smiling.
“So, out of curiosity, why did you lie to me about your identity?” I questioned as I pushed a piece of steak into my mouth and damn, it was so tasty. I’d never tasted steak that heavenly before.
“Technically I didn’t lie. I just skipped some of the information. There is a big difference between those two,” he shrugged, taking a sip of wine. Well, I had passed out on the wine.
“You still lied. Your name is not Zayn like you made me believe. It is Gomez,” I pointed out after swallowing down the food in my mouth.
“Actually, Zayn is my less popular name that m
