Chapter 22. Luck

I immediately got into his car and adjusted my seatbelt. It’s my fault anyway. Before we came here he didn’t like what I was wearing because he said it was revealing but I still insisted.

The two of us were quiet on our way home. As I think in his condo we went home.

From the elevator until he could enter, he was just serious. I feel so sad and guilty.

He went straight into his room on the second floor and I just followed him.

I don’t like this. He is just serious and quiet. I would rather have him be serious but touchy.

He took off his t-shirt from behind and followed with his jeans. I fainted to sit on his bed and stared at him unable to look at me.

I know he’s mad and pissed off.

I heard the splash of water in the shower. So I knew he was in the shower. I blew air and rummaged in my sling bag and took the wipes there and wiped my face. I also combed my long hair and removed my Vans shoes.

The door opened and Clinton spat with only h