Melissa was livid. She'd been in this house for three days now, had pulled the most silliest of jokes but Mr. Eduardo won't let her go. Okay, so maybe she thought that his tolerance was thin and now she'd been proven wrong. Even now, with her back pressed against his dinner chair and her hands leaving sweaty prints on his previously immaculate glass table, he still didn't give her the satisfaction of being vexed.

Infact, he had walked into the room earlier and upon seeing her seated on what she knew to be his favorite seat at the right side directly beside the head of the table, he'd spared her...