Amalia Anderson
He is a f*****g asshole! I can´t believe he is forcing me to join him for lunch. I mean, yesterday he said that his chef will prepare my food, but neer in a million years I was planning on complying with the f*****g idea.
I am not a child who needs to be hand-fed. I can manage a diet on my own, mostly, but now, if I want to get out of that f*****g bet... one with terms so f*****g ambiguous that he had the luxury to kiss me when he wishes... I have to be there.
I picked my stuff up and headed towards my car. School starts within a week, and I can´t wait to start. I am getting bored, and my cousins are out most days doing who knows what. Mase already has a friend. However, what happened is completely unknown to me.
I walked into the penthouse and I heard a stranger´s vo
