"Just because you got your pretty ass over here doesn't mean I no longer hate you. I still do, royal kid. What you did last time was so fucked up,"
I bit my lower lip at what Eros said. He was towering me like crazy, his hands resting on both sides of his waist while I seat here on the couch inside their dressing room. My hands can't stop fiddling with the hem of my shirt.
Apparently, Gold just went out to prepare for his solo performance, reason why I had to stay hidden along with the staff for almost an hour earlier while I wait until he's gone.
And yes, my conscience wouldn't stop bugging me and I can't even sleep properly knowing how bad of a girlfriend I had been to Gold these past weeks.
I was too engrossed with all that had happened yo my life that I neglected him. What's even worse is that he did not even get mad at me for it.