LILA POV

It was evening, and I was back home at Rafael's penthouse. Today had been fucking hectic, and my body ached so bad. Today was worse than yesterday... The fact that Rafael had almost blown our cover back at the office-and the fact that he confirmed me as hell. What exactly does that dude fucking want?

I'm fucking tired of his on-and-off attitude... His fucking mood swings. One minute, he's putting on a new act that I'm trying so hard to process; the next, he's acting all cold again. What the fuck does he exactly want?

I arched my back slowly, pulling off the last dress I had on....