Lloyd Williams

The exchange of glares between the two gorgeous beings came to a brief pause once a ding was heard.

It was Doreen's phone, and he unhesitatingly glanced at it with the thought that it'd be a message from Tessa.

Truly, it was and in the next, she apologized about leaving the restaurant and not informing him about her whereabouts.

She stated she was at a café shop within W Estate, but wasn't alone.

“Who the fuck is she with?” Doreen muttered, feeling slightly relieved but jealous.

Tessa could've told him whether it was a man or not.

Either way, he now knew her location, so sincerely needed to get the hell out of there. He diverted his cold, blank gaze to the grinning blonde hair that seemed so much like an idiot in his eyes.

Doreen had no problem in running over him, but Francisco was a different breed of bastard.

“You want to run me over? Oh, like how you did to my fucking trust? You bloody backstabber!” Still seated on his bike, Francisco blurted with gradually reddening eyes.