Nick POV
I stormed into the room like a man possessed, slamming the door so hard I was pretty sure the whole damn mansion shook. Good. Let them hear it. Let them feel it. I was bleeding, humiliated, and furious. And worst of all — I was the one who ended up on the floor while that prick Noah stood there, smug as hell, probably adjusting his stupid shirt like he just walked out of a soap opera.
I marched straight to the mirror, flicked on the light, and there it was — a cut on my forehead. Not bad enough to call an ambulance, but enough to remind me that I lost. Me. Nick. Me. The hell kind of world was this? I ran my fingers through my hair and hissed. It stung a little.
“Damn it,” I muttered.
I sat down on the bed, still fuming, my heart racing like I’d just run a marathon. I couldn’t
