chapter sixteen

New York at night was so beautiful. The streets were crowded even at this hour. The number of fashion I've seen people adorn here is so astonishing. Though as I was enjoying the view someone else was just granting, growling and sighing besides me. He'd been off and on the phone countless times for the past thirty minutes. Now his glaring at the red light like he'd just murder it there and then. It was ten in the evening, we got here at nine and have been stack in the car since.

"Herman?"

"Hmmm", he harmed his reply.

" Can we get some food? I'm still kinda hungry", I told him. No answer, sigh. His probably considering me equivalent to a pig right now. What? I love food. And I didn't get to finish my breakfast because of his idiot brother. Though, Dante was only trying to help me out and look what making Herman jealous led to. He should be feeling proud of himself now.

Folding my arms over my chest, I sank into my seat with a long sigh. Herman is a hard man to deal with. He acts like