KANE
It was a waste of time. A f*****g mistake.
I sneered, hands coiled tightly around the steering still my knuckles turned pale white
I ignored, navigating through the narrow roads of New York City, the whistling voices, the blaring horns from whatever driver had decided to lose his mind on an early morning.
I swivelled the car to the right, barely five minutes from the penthouses, away from the certain no brain Ross.
I knew this was a mistake.
Deep down, I knew Ross knew something. He didn't only mention Aria, he said everyone.
They all had a secret buried under their fine tuxedo, and covered with the extravagant fragrance.
Lies, fake smiles all masked perfectly well. I knew this, this truth, but Aria.
She might not be the easiest person to talk to or good at expressing herself
