SERENA

The minute I stepped out of Havoc's private hall as it was called, I placed my hand to my fast beating chest. This was the second time I was this very close to him, the first being at the coffee shop. I hated the way I was feeling each time I'm close to him or I think about him. Yes, I dislike him...I've told myself this countless number of times, then, why were my cheeks warm? Why did I feel my belly fluttering? After he had deliberately made me wait for hours, what I should feel for him now should be complete hatred not my body doing the complete...