With her limited exposure to the screen, Anaya had never seen such a giant and astounding poolside, even in movies or on TV.
Deep down, she was angry at Valerie and Alaric. They snatched her childhood. She deserved so much more, and what did they make her do?
They treated her worse than a maid. Even a maid had rights in the country.
"Hey, Anaya. You alright?" Marissa waved her hand close to her face, "You seem far away. Missing someone?" She asked her naughtily.
Yes. I miss George. I miss him every moment of my life, but I don't want to be remembered as a storm that destroyed the happiness of your family.
"Girls! Here is your coffee," Rafael came out carrying a tray and placed it on the small round table.
Just one hour back, they had dinner, and after that, Marissa suggested they should have coffee at the poolside. However, Anaya got a little conscious.
The couple deserved some privacy, and she was glued to their ass since this noon.
