Chapter Twelve

Sienna

I absolutely loathed attending Marco's annual ball. It was full of despicable people, many of whom I had very little respect for. But one thing was for sure: I would have to attend it this year because I didn't have an excuse. I had never seen fucking Eric attend the ball. Not even once. He was just fucking lucky.

Marco was a brawny man who was about six foot four. His warm brown skin was covered in a lot of tattoos. He had been a friend of mine for quite some time and I would trust him with my life if it were in his hands, which was a very rare thing to say about someone who was not related to me by blood.

I sent Marco a dirty look which encouraged him even more.

"So I will take that as a yes!" he exclaimed, chuckling before he gulped more mouthfuls of champagne.

I dared not open my mouth in that moment because even I was afraid of what might come out of it. Sometimes, I had no control over what I said and majority of times, I offended people because of the things I said. No