Harrison stops and the corner of his mouth curls into a cold smile. "That's what you should say after using me?"
I'm so angry. He started this whole thing, and now it’s my fault.
"Fine. Let's go."
He drank a bit so he got a chauffeur. We sit in the back without saying a word. There's room for one more between us.
It isn't the car he was driving last time, and it's much fancier. I can't help but laugh at myself. For a rich guy like him, changing cars might be as frequent as dating.
His car probably cost more than my house. Abbie was right. I don't deserve him.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)