KAYLA'S POV

Maicon, without a doubt, acted like he was some kind of devil on his own. The way he showed up was always baffling. I was in shock again, just like the time he stood before me two days ago.

"Hello, Kayla," he said with a familiar grin. "Good morning."

"Good..good morning," I reciprocated his greeting. I was disoriented and needed to get my composure back.

"Kayla, who's there?" I heard First Lady ask me. "Is everything okay?"

"It appears you are with someone," Maicon said calmly. "Am I interrupting?"

"Kayla, who's it?" First Lady asked as she pulled the door open wide enough. "Oh my… Maicon," she said...