All your friends warned you: Carlos Sainz is a problem. But you didn't listen, you wanted to believe that he was a different man, not like everyone says he’s, that he wouldn't be an asshole that would make you cry. Three months of dating indoors, the furthest you two went was to the front door to get food, the ceiling fan was good enough, right?

Your hand was in Carlos's as you guided you two through the club, it would be the first time you introduced him to your friends. You really hoped he wouldn't embarrass you by saying something stupid or acting like a jerk. Praying mentally you repeated: please, please, please don’t prove I’m wrong. You knew he was a good actor, so please act like an exemplary guy, a good guy.

“They already hate me and you know it.” he complained following you