Chapter 25

Dalia’s POV

I fucked up!

Stupid, stupid, Dalia! I kissed him back for the second time in less than 24 hours, what’s he going to think of me? Why did I let my guard down?

Not only did you let your guard down, you just came all over him just from rubbing yourself against him. At this thought, I covered my face in mortification and screamed into my palms in the middle of my office.

How am I supposed to face him now?

Using the full length mirror in my office, I adjusted my wrinkled gown and smoothened my hair to the best I can with the comb I found in my bag.

I gave myself a once over in the mirror and I can’t deny that I look like I just got fucked. My once smooth gown was wrinkled, my lips looked swollen and my hair was out of place.

I sighed as I picked up my phone to text Chelsea. I was starting to go crazy and I needed someone to ground me before I did something I’d regret. Not like I haven’t done it already.

“You’re busy, Chel