Emma’s POV
How did I get myself into this situation?
I ask myself with angry self-loathing. When Jordy lifts me out of the chair at the car, I do my best to kick up a major fuss but he doesn't care what anybody thought.
Now I sit in his car, have no idea where Jordy drives and don't know how to get home again.
"I want a taxi home," I informed him doggedly. "Right now..."
"I think you are dying to tell me about your fake name and fake past." He shoots me a polite sentence that I immediately stop shouting.
"The waitress... really? Last time I saw you, you were a stripper." He teases from the shadows in the car.
"None of your business," I warn him quietly.
"I don't have time to talk about your fake past and I won't make time for it either," he says grimly, "You’re a liar and a cheat—"
