Fifteen

DELIA HERRERA POV

PASSION GARDEN

Once I stepped into the garden house I saw him and my heart gave a little jump in my chest. God, he made me so mad even when he was doing nothing. He stood tall in a tailor-made impeccable suit, his gaze focused on one of the flowers in particular.

Why a flower garden of all places? I bet he was doing it on purpose because he knew just how much I despised settings like this. Was his one goal in life just to annoy me or what?

He had his hands tucked into his pocket and his stance screamed power and authority and all that combo just made me more furious than I already was. I really should have drank a bottle of wine before coming here because there was only so much I could take in a day.

"If you stare at me for much longer you might really fall in love with me Delia," he said making me blanch from where I stood then he turned to face me, a knowing smirk on his lips, his hazel eyes a light shade that shone with amusement.

I scoffed, then rolled my eyes