Wren
Kiss him?
Kiss my ass.
The audacity of that man.
Who the hell did Knox Callaway think he was?
He couldn't just point at me, make ridiculous demands, and expect me to obey. I wasn't some character in his twisted little game. I wasn't going to kiss him. Not alone. Not in front of people. Not in front of the entire school.
In fact, at this point, I was seriously considering reporting him.
Blackmail.
Threats.
Kidnapping—okay, technically not kidnapping, but throwing me into his car without my permission had to count for something.
The guy was a walking criminal charge.
Honestly, where was he even getting these ideas from?
Yesterday could have ended so differently.
If only he had acted like a normal person. If only he had handed me the envelope, listened to what I was trying t
