"Sir, are you all right?" Pom hesitantly asked.
"Did I call you?" Paul said it angrily.
"Did I?" he shouted.
Pom was shivering with terror as he shouted. Pom nodded in a negative way.
"Why are you here?" Paul yelled once again. Pom lowered her head and walked out of the room.
'What's the matter with you, sir? Ma'am hasn't arrived yet. I think I should contact Ma'am and urge her not to return home tonight.' Pom thought to herself.
Pom dialed Elena's number, but she did not respond.
"Where have you gone, Elena, ma'am?" she murmured.
[The other side of the story]
"Elena, please stay with me tonight," Eva said.
"Not today, Eva," I said tiredly, looking up at the clock.
"It's already late, and your dad isn't home; what will you do if that jerk tries to humiliate you again?" she said.
Eva was absolutely correct; I think I should have stayed with her. Eva took my hand in hers and asked, "Is that yes?" I accepted her with a smile.
"Okay," I said.
Eva took me into her room and insisted me to change my clothes.
"Change this dress. We're going to an amusement park," Eva said.
"What? No, Eva, not just now," I said irritably.
I was exhausted and did not feel good. As a result, I urged her not to go. Eva began to force me. I knew she would not listen to me, and she took me with her. We went to the park and enjoyed the view.
Paul also went out looking for Elena.
[After an hour on the street]
"It was enjoyable. Elena, I had a great time with you," Eva expressed her thoughts.
I gave her a friendly smile and responded, "Yes, indeed. Eva, let's go home now."
"Yes, but we need to hire a cab," Eva said.
We had been seeking it for a long time but had come up empty-handed. There was no cab. After a while, a car stopped in front of us, and a man got out of the car.
"Hi, Eva."
Eva's point of view
My eyes brightened. Ron, I'm speechless. I can't believe what I'm seeing. He's greeting me; I've always kept an eye on him in the magazine.
"Hello Eva," Ron remarked once again. Elena drew Ron's gaze.
"Umm. Mr. Ron, we've only just..." Eva started stuttering.
"Just call me Ron," Ron said before Eva could finish the word.
"Heh.. We're actually looking for a cab, Ron," Eva stated.
"Oh, then I'll drive you home," Ron said with a smile.
"Really!" Eva said. She was a bit surprised, but delighted.
He smiled as he said, "Yes, I can."
"Anyway," Ron asked, "do you guys live together?"
"Elena is my friend. We'll spend the night together," Eva explained.
Ron smiled and turned to face Elena. Elena gave him an awkward smile.
"Hello, Elena," Ron said. He extended his hand to me, so I did the same. He smooched on my hand as he held it.
That kind of thing made me feel gross; possibly it's because of Paul. I shivered and tried to move my hand away.
"Ron Reagan is my name. You don't seem to know who I am, do you? We went to the same college." Ron greeted me and introduced himself.
I smiled softly, since I knew I had nothing to do.
Eva abruptly spoke out, "What exactly are you talking about? Are you a student at our college? When will it be, then?"
"Today was my first day at college, and I got into a fight with a close friend," Ron said, pointing at his nose.
"What? Someone hit you?" Eva came up with the question.
Ron chuckled, nodded, and then said, "And today in college, I saw you guys."
Although Eva and Ron had conversed, he remained holding my hand. It was quite embarrassing. I tried to pull my hand away from Ron, but he grabbed it strongly.
This was really awkward, so I respectfully requested that he leave my hand. "Mr. Ron, please leave my hand," I said.
"Elena, please call me Ron," Ron said as he sighed. Ron let go of my hand as I gazed down.
Ron remarked, "Eva, let's go now."
"Oh yes," Eva said with a sigh of relief. We were ready to get into the car when Ron suddenly said, "Are you planning on taking the back seat? Because I don't want to be a driver".
Eva replied with a giggle, "Sir, please accept my apologies. I'll take your seat next to you."
Eva sat beside him, and I went back. I knew Eva liked him. She used to talk about him, too. Ron began driving.
There was complete silence in the room. Through the rear-view mirror, Ron caught a glimpse of Elena.
Ron's point of view
I note her gestures, her lips, nose, and eyes, and it appears that she has been drawn with a lot of passion. Oh my god, you're so freaking gorgeous. I'll bang you right here if this chick isn't here. I won't hold anything against Paul, and now I understand why he adores you. I can't wait to take your warm hands in mine. I wanted to bite your soft hands. She's arousing me so much that I can't stand it any longer.
Ron turned on the AC.
"Hey, are you all right?" Eva asked Ron.
"Yes, but it's a little hot inside, so I turned on the air conditioner. Do you have any problems? Please tell me I will turn it off."
"Oh no," Eva said, "it's a little hot though."
'I bit my lower lip. Yes, it's hot; after all, you're the one who's making me hot.' Eva thought to herself.
"Elena, are you comfortable there?" Ron said as he drove.
Hearing his voice, I looked at him. "Yes, I am," I said pleasantly.
"So, tell me about yourself. Where do you live?" Ron asked me once again.
I told him everything. "Oh, so you're Mr. Robert D'Souza's daughter," he remarked after hearing.
"Yes," I replied.
I don't want to reveal my true identity, yet it keeps coming back to me.
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