His Mate, His Girlfriend
He sighed and pulled me in his arms.
" I know how to care for him. I didn't want to hurt you," he said, "I wasn't going to let him succeed in his plans anyway."
" You still should have told me,"
I squeezed his hand, silently thanking him for looking out for me.
" Is there anything else I should know about David?" I asked. He and Michael exchanged a glance. I crossed my arms against my chest and glowered at him,
" Tell me," he knew something more.
" He's a gambler. He is knee-deep in debt, and his father and grandmother refuse to help him," he informed me. I was shocked. David Kofflin is a gambler. But he was so proper. How many things didn't I know about that man?