67| His Past

Amaira's POV

"I met a girl six years ago," he took a big breath, "she was beautiful," his gaze moved to my face and stopped there for a second, "but not more than you."

He then blinked and averted his gaze before continuing his story.

"I was in love with her" he stopped for a moment "Um- huh!" He cleared his throat "I thought I was in love with her" he corrected himself "but it was simply a misunderstanding of youth," he said with a wide smile, "whatever it may be!" He turned around to face the dark sky, his palms resting on the edge of the window "At that time I was crazy for her as she was one of the most popular models of that time. A lot of men were behind her but she was mine" he chuckled "and I was proud of that" he chuckled once more "stupid me!" He slapped his head gently.

He then turned around taking a deep audible breath.

"I used to lavish her with money. She merely needed to put her finger on anything and the next day that thing was in her hands or within her reach," he e