CHAPTER EIGHT

FREMA

It was now five days since the heart wrecking episode and I kept to myself. Well, mostly. Liam was always there to piss me off. Right now, I was dancing to James Arthur's "Empty space", and even as sweat poured down my body, my hips kept rotating and rocking the hell out of the music.

"I'm alone in my bed,

And looking for love in this stranger's bed,

But I don't think I'll find it,

'Cause only you could fill this empty space.."

My voice was high pitched and no doubt a pity, but I couldn't care less as I sang my heart out.

"What is your plan, guttana? To pull my house down with your croaking?" I heard Eron speak and I turned abruptly, too fast, almost breaking my neck. There he was, in all his sex god glory, clad in an all black attire consisting of a simple collar shirt, with the first three buttons unbuttoned and black trousers. His shoes were equally black. He looked devilishly handsome, and could be easily tagged as the most breathtaking figure alive. He had started growing