Ella:

I heard his deep muffled voice in the house as I pressed my right ear to the door trying to hear the stories being cooked up by the mother and daughter. As soon as I heard the door close, I raced to the window to get a peek of the whole façade. Bridget cleaned up pretty well with that stunning designer gown sweeping the stairs beside him. There he was, in his crisp suit and swag on point which I detested, but there was a part of me that craved for him, his touch…

Why was I so affected if Bridget went out with him? Why did I feel...