Anna's pov

"You should have seen her begging for my help…" I said to Oscar as I took another sip of my drink and went on to feast on what the hotel room service had brought for us.

We had settled our differences-sort of- there was no point in fighting with him, we were not in a romantic relationship, all we were friends with benefits, and there was no point in believing in more when the only man that I could truly see for myself.

"So when are we meeting up again this week?" He asked me and I held my glass midair giving him a curious look and he...