Grayson’s POV
I sit down heavily, glaring daggers at Zade across the room. My entire body is tense, and I can feel the weight of every unresolved argument between us pressing down on my shoulders. Joel slides a glass in front of me, and his voice cuts through the simmering tension like a blade.
“Let’s get this sorted,” Joel begins, looking directly at me. “Starting with Sammi, and you.” His eyes bore into mine, demanding honesty. “What’s the deal there? I want the truth.”
I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to snap. How many times do I have to defend myself? How many times do I have to prove what I feel for her? My hands ball into fists on the table, but I force myself to answer, keeping my voice level, even though I’m on the verge of breaking. “What do I need to do to prove to you four
