Chapter 68 I\'M NOT A WHORE

Samantha’s POV

My shaky hand pulled out leggings and a white shirt before whipping around to look straight into his dark eyes. “I started to work as a waitress in this club. And they told me to wear something sexy,” I brushed my fingers over my hair, trying to look confident with the answer I gave him. “You prefer me to become a waitress than an artist, right?”

I wanted to tell him I was with Caleb, his best friend. We had an amazing time and I didn’t want it to end but you called. I chose you over him, Miggy.

“Waitress in a club?” my boyfriend asked, giving me a doubtful look. I swear his eyes were almost black.

I noticed his grip on the wine glass tightened, all traces of delightful gone from his face. I couldn’t tell him about me and his best friend. He shouldn’t know what’s happening between us. He couldn’t…