Arabel's POV
His cold blue eyes flash in front of me as he pulls the door open to see me. The anger from yesterday is still boiling within me as I raise my hand in the air and strike him in the face.
No surprise. No pain.
No emotion.
I stare at him, my heart beating twice its normal rate, as he continues to watch me with his unwavering gaze.
Suddenly, guilt settles inside of me.
I was extremely mad at him. Coming over there and answering Fernando on my behalf was a sign that we knew each other even more. After I told him I didn't want people to know, he had the guts to ruin that moment.
What gave him the right to come over and act like I have no say over my life? If I wanted to date him, his opinions would never matter.
Fernando is a good man, I am sure of that. He is someone I can date without any regrets when all Richard has ever done is hurt me.
If I hadn't vowed to myself, his actions are enough for me to accept Fernando, just to spite him, but I wouldn't dare.
Once bitten, twi
