Bree’s POV
‘MINE.’
I literally read the word in Zack’s voice, letting the coldness of it echo in my head, so deep that it sends chills down my spine, has me sucking up a deep breath, and leaves my hands trembling around the bouquet.
What’s worse? Is that he’s right next to me!
‘Oh, god… What the heck is wrong with me?!’ I’m this close to collapsing on my feet and just letting the devil win, but I piece myself together, second after second.
So sad I don’t have all day.
It’s bad enough that we already have the attention of everyone, staring at the arrogant billionaire bad boy and the strange masked lady.
“Now I know,” I keep a calm tone that won’t break on me. “If I had the slightest idea, I’d have returned it.”
“A nice way to say you were too swooned by my gift.” Again, the mot
