EVERETT'S POV
I didn’t remember most of the drive home. I was pretty sure I ran a red light on it though.
One minute I was storming out of the club like a man who’d just been publicly humiliated, which I had been, and the next I was storming through the front door of the Ashbourne mansion , almost pushing the housekeeper down.
And of course the first person I saw in the height of my anger, was my mother.
She was standing in the foyer, with her arms folded on her chest and her face pinched.
I hesitated briefly after noting the phone in her hand, the screen still on.
Then I decided I didn't care about whatever she had going on.
Turning away, I moved towards the stairs.
“Everett.” Her voice cracked like a whip. “Can you explain these videos from the club?”
“No,” I snapped and kept wa
