Chapter 18

My love? Ivan placed her cellphone inside her bag and then he sat on the chaise lounge. My love? That had to be from a lover. She has a boyfriend? But he could vividly remember that she had been dumped that night. She had mistook him for someone else at that hallway. And she had said she proposed marriage to that man. She must have really loved that man a lot to break the norms for him. Was that why she was reluctant to agree to marry him? Were they trying to reconcile? If so,what did the man even see in her? She wasn’t good looking and boy,she had an awful personality. Then he recalled how good kissing her felt. His teeth clenched as he imagined another man kissing her,taking nibbles of her lips,and some tongue action. He shook his head. Why was he even picturing that? He wasn’t interested in her at all. The girl has so much freckles on her face. He was sure she didn’t even have any curves. That’s got to be why she’s always in big clothes. And sometimes,big glasses. Man,she’s tacky. *