[Portia's POV]
"Waaaaaaaah—" I let out a loud groan as I threw myself onto the kingsized bed with a satisfied face and broad smile appeared there. The dinner went smoothly, even though I could always feel Nathaniel's death laser piercing through my back. Still, that was not a big problem as long as I could have revenge for his bad attitude toward me. Ugh, keep thinking about that makes me want to punch him hard in the face.
Speaking of the devil, he was not suffering half of mine, yet he looked at me as if I was his total catastrophe?
What a joke.
"Pffft, I want to see his dumbfounded face again." A giggle comes from my mouth when I roll to the side, reach for a pillow, and hug it tight.
