CHAPTER 34

Hillary pov

Where could Rodrigo be? It's getting pretty late. I laid down and looked at the ceiling. A tap on the door startled me, and I ran to answer it.

Fabio was holding Rodrigo up, is he drunk?

“He had a couple of drinks, take him to bed.” I opened the door wider for him and he helped him to the bed.

“I'll take my leave now.” I nodded and he left. I closed the door behind me and went to him. I sat beside him and started unbuttoning his shirt but he suddenly gripped my wrist.

“Hillary..Hillary.” He said slowly in a raspy voice.

I ignored and freed myself from his grip. I was finally able to take off his shirt. I helped remove his shoes. “Hillary.” My heart jumped at the way he called my name.

I turned to look at him, he had opened his eyes now. I helped him sit up and he glanced at me. He leaned closer, trying to kiss me, but blocked him with my hand.

“Stop Rodrigo, you're drunk.” He blinked for a while. “Why do you keep on rejecting me? Did I do something?” He asked in a low d