Zita 

I arrived at Kian’s office, heart beating mildly in my chest—even though it could turn sporadic any moment from now. I had to calm down. But, how was I supposed to calm down when Kian had canceled all of my calls? 

While I drove to his office. I had called him a total of sixty-nine times, and was even pulled up by the cops for overspeeding. He had given me a ticket before letting me off. 

I had to calm down. I couldn't have Kian thinking that I was a lunatic since he had already complained about me being suffocating. 

“Keep it in, Zita” I inhaled deeply, flashing smiles...