Hugo stared at his phone, his fingers trembling over the dial button as if he were about to detonate a nuclear bomb.
His entire body screamed at him to stop, to turn back, to pretend he never asked Celine how he could make it up to her.
But no.
He had asked. And Celine, the wicked devil in disguise, had smiled sweetly and said: "Call your mom and tell her you got someone pregnant."
Hugo wanted to cry.
Right now, he was sitting across from Celine at the poolside, the cool night breeze doing absolutely nothing to soothe his suffering soul.
She sat there, lounging like a goddess, drinking straight from a bottle of wine, her eyes twinkling with pure, unfiltered evil.
"I just don't see why this is necessary," Hugo muttered, gripping his phone like it was his last lifeline.
Celine tilted her head, grinning. "Oh? You're not chickening out, are you?"
"Chickening out?!" Hugo scoffed, though his voice cracked halfway.
