Olivia’s POV-
Thirty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Vargas walked in, to see Allison monitoring Prez’s condition, while I sat not bothering to get ready. But the moment Vargas did walk in, I was on my feet, standing between Vargas and Prez. I need to protect Prez and Allison. Prez because of who he is to me, but Allison because she is innocent, dragged into this because of me.
Vargas’ eyes narrowed on me and growled, “Why the f**k aren’t you dressed yet?”
“Look, I know you brought Prez here to make sure that I behave. Right now, he needs my help, he needs medical treatment. So, right now, I am not changing into whatever dress you want me to wear when I can get blood on it, trying to keep him alive. You want me to get changed into that dress, then get me medical supplies
