Prim's POV

"Who is that?" Kuya asked me curiously so I smiled raw and removed the coat from my head. I scratched my head so hard and gripped the hem of my dress tightly. I'm just afraid that he will put malice about that. I don't want him to give that an issue, especially since I know this knot of Kiya's brain very well.

"A good samaritan, Kuya. He offered me a ride" I reasoned that his forehead frowned even more.

"Good samaritan? Don't fool me, Harriette. You? I'll just ride lightly with someone you don't know? Don't me" This promise was rude so I was turned on. Sometimes I...