Aviena's POV

“What are you saying? Do you want to receive a punch?” I ask when we get in the car. He just pouted.

“That idiot, he wasn’t even looking at your face. He's just looking at your boobs!” he exclaimed angrily.

"So what? He can't touch it anyway,” I joked because I'm used to people looking at me like that. I wasn't comfortable with the way they look and I was often afraid of them but I tried to think that it was normal. That's just part of my job. And I hate myself for that. I know that it wasn't. That I should hate them for that.

"What?"...