ANYTA'S POV
The drive back home felt like a fever dream. The city lights of New York blurred into long, golden streaks against the glass of the car, the very car Clay told me he'd rented.
I'd believed him, why wouldn't I? Even though the car looked brand new and everything, he had no reason to lie to me.
But right now?
“Whew, this is crazy,” I murmured under my breath.
All I could hear was Laura’s voice on a loop.
“That’s Owen Grayson. Owen Grayson. Owen Grayson…”
If she was right, then it meant that Clay had not only lied to me, he'd been deliberately decieving me too .It wasn't just about the money; it was the fact that he'd hid something so important from me.
Even when I questioned his quickness to spend so much money on me, he'd always re-routed my thoughts.
I bristled, grippi
