Zeyneb

I was watching him. Luis Vanders was a gorgeous man—my one-night stand. A smile curled on my lips. He tried to ignore my eyes on the table, and I thought it was cute. When our gaze accidentally locked, his eyes conveyed no emotions. Why was he like that? 

Maleck, the bastard, was there. I avoided conversing or being polite with him after what he put my family through over the years. I would have punched him in the face at first sight, but I was civil because they were children ...