Zoe sat in the passenger seat of her own car, her cheeks still warm from crying into a man's shirt she wanted to use as a weapon for her revenge.
Nathaniel adjusted the rear view mirror without being asked, the way a man does when he has decided a space belongs to him now, whether on paper or just temporarily.
"You know how to drive a Lamborghini Urus?" Zoe asked, more to fill the silence than out of real doubt.
"I own three cars more expensive than this one." He grinned at her when he said it.
“Put on your seat belt."
Zoe rolled her eyes but still clicked her seat belt into place, her eyes falling to her lap.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Hmm? What did you mean then?”
Nathaniel smirked, pulling out of the underground garage.
Zoe bit her lip, her eyes darting outside the window.
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