Dalia's POV
I f****d 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 f****d. 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 Chelse
