45 WHOSE BABY? 

PERSY

"There's no one out here yet; you do not have to open the car door for me," I told him with a straight face. He said nothing, just held his car door for me until I gave up on being stubborn and finally entered inside. He entered the passenger seat, too, staying beside me.

I looked out of the car now, not caring about the flashes in my face by the paparazzi. They never got tired of taking pictures. I used to be scared of them, and now I'm just used to ...