Carla's POV

I return back to my seat, opposite him. I'm beginning to get used to the aloof and harsh treatment but sometimes, I feel that feminine desire to be petted and pampered. I have to suppress this urge, if not , it will end in disgrace.

"What were you saying to my cousin? I'm beginning to suspect you both!" My heart skips as he says this. "And who called you repeatedly that you had to cut the call and send a message instead?" I blink my eyes in disbelief.

"You know all of that?" He rises up staring at me as he walks over to the refrigerator.

"Why don't...