I couldn’t feel my legs. I feel embarrassed—ashamed of myself because I let me care for him once again.
My hands are shaking—trembling to the point that I couldn’t even hold my coat well anymore. I was stoned on my spot and the only thing that’s on my mind right now is the victorious smirk that Daniella flashed before the lift’s door closed.
Fuck.
Fuck it.
Fuck this.
How did I even let myself get into this kind of situation again? I promised myself that I will never be weak in front of someone. I will never look weak in front of someone. I will never show my vulnerable side. But all of my promises just hit straight nothingness when it comes to Xavion.
I stared at the door. It’s the only room in the top floor and I am guessing that it’s the most expensive suite in the whole buildi
