Chapter 80

Guilia

The tension in the air hung low, very palpable.

One glance at him and I saw it all; he was tense, fingers clutching tightly onto the wheel in anticipation of what would go down this evening. I sat still on my seat, strung and apprehensive of the next turn of events.

This was a bad idea, I thought.

I shouldn’t have dressed provocatively, worst still, stirred up that beastly emotions that lurked in his eyes. Dmitri and I should have come up with a better plan. We should have thought of something better.

One way to know a bad evening was one that was filled with ‘should...