Love Pentagon
One was pulling me back, asking me to not do this, while the other was pushing me forward, begging me to save my parents.
A few feets away from them, tears attacked my eyes. I curled my hands in a fist, bit my lower lip, swallowed hard, trying to hold back this agony.
"My friend's daughter is really good. She'll be twenty nine, but she has no one yet. Her dad would be extremely happy to unite you both," James' father stated.
Vicki tapped my shoulder from behind, probably confused and upset, but I ignored her.
James smirked at the screen of the laptop, seeming glad for some reason. "Oh, yeah. This is one cute pie. Would love to have her. How can—"