** EVA’S POV **
I straightened up my disarrayed clothes and rushed to the washroom when the passion bubble that we were in was broken with the sound of a doorbell. ‘s**t s**t s**t! How the hell could I lose control on myself like that and let him do what he did? I am not his girlfriend nor he is my boyfriend, either of us said ‘I love you’ or even ‘like you’ to each other for that matter, so what are we? Can we put a name to whatever it is that we have? What do we have? Are we Lovers or friends or friends with benefits or am I his booty calls? But it’s not like I hate what is going on between us, so should I put a name on it and risk ruining what we have or let it be and be ok with this nameless relationship ‘the grey zone’? I came here as Max’s nanny and now I am getting it on with his d
