Della’s POV
After I picked up my things, I went back to my house and soaked myself in a bathtub. The hot water enveloped my body and made me relax a lot.
The images from today are still fresh in my senses and memory, and the feeling of Kylian kissing and touching me is lingering in my mind.
This is so strange. I couldn't say no to him at all, and I couldn't even care about Jackson on the other end of the phone.
I shouldn't be so obsessed. I mean, he's not my fated mate. I have no reason to do that.
I took a deep breath, not wanting to continue thinking about how angry Jackson would be.
After showering and after settling down on my bed, I grabbed my phone with great hesitation before I started browsing through my contacts.
When it landed on Jackson’s name, my heart beat rapid.
I knew he would be angry and scold me till my ear went off. God! I really didn't want to talk to my brother about it, but I couldn't avoid it. It’s better for me to talk with him now rather than later.