I thought we were going to the hotel, but when Dexter took a different route, I turned to him. "Where are we going?" I asked in a low tone. "Not yet," he replied. "Then where?" "Somewhere you can relax." He glanced at me briefly before focusing on the road again. I wanted to ask more questions, but I was just too tired for that. A few minutes later, he pulled into a pizza place. I unfastened my seat belt, preparing to get out, but he stopped me. "No, stay here. I'm just going to pick it up. I'll be back." He opened his door. "Oh, I thought this was where we were coming." "Really, Mia? A pizza shop?" He scoffed before getting out. I watched him walk inside, then leaned back against my seat, rubbing my hands over my arms. I was still feeling the shock of what had happened at the party. My eyes became teary again. "That bastard really tried to..." I stopped, my lips trembling. I couldn't even bring myself to say the word. I hated that Michael had put me through that. My ey
Magbasa pa