Chapter 157

No. Fuck no, Erica.

I groaned in frustration and banged my head against the pillow. Is it even possible? Is it even possible for me to like Max fucking Costello?

Yeah. You do like him.

I gritted my teeth and tossed in my bed, sleep was nowhere to be found. I've returned from the trip and to my utter disappointment, I didn't get a text from Max let alone a call.

Bastard.

The second I feel like I can trust him, he knows exactly what to do by stomping my feelings.

God, Erica. Aren't you overreacting? He might be busy or something. He has to run his company, he can't be there all the time with you.

Yeah, right. That's why I haven't heard from him since past five hours.

I shook my head and decided to keep myself distracted. No, why God, why God? Why my heart's fluttering like crazy? And that too for him? For an Asshole like him.

But he's cute.

I groaned again. I'm screwed.

“Eri, may I come in?”