“You really came,” Christian spoke as I sat down in the passenger seat. “You’re right. I lost the ring, so it’s my responsibility.” I rolled my eyes. Yes, Matteo turned out to be an ass, but I was still pissed at Christian.
“Who’s watching Siena?” Christian asked. It was difficult to hate him when he was close to being a perfect dad. He was always thinking about Serena. “Carmen, my family doesn’t know I’m with you—but she does, in case something happens.”
“Something like what?” Christian sighed. “I don’t want you to think of me that way. I will never hurt you. You should know that.”
We did not exchange any words during the entire ride, and it brought me back to the time when I still used to work at the club. It brought me back to the first night he took me home. I felt even more at ease than I did now.
