Blake’s point of View~~~
When I opened my eyes, I was driving.
I drove without thinking, my hands were loose on the wheel and my mind replaying what happened last night at the party.
Rosette’s voice, cold, bold and full of hatred, telling me it was over.
The way she had looked at me was not just of anger. Not just tiredness. But it was final.
I didn't really care, she was nothing but a property anyways. But I couldn’t quite believe she’d stomp out like that, her bare feet against the cold floor, leaving me and my guests speechless.
I told myself I didn’t care.
Told myself she was just blowing off steam.
But there was a knot in my gut that had followed me into my Bentley. The same knot had been there every other day till today, tightened with every passing mile. It was a kind of unc
