Kylie's POV
"What do you mean? You can't do that to me! I'm old enough to do things myself;" I protested to my stepfather's new rule.
"You heard me correctly, young lady. And I'm not going back on my words. You aren't even fit to drive," Gregory retorted, and I scoffed, anger sizzling into me. "Then teach me how to drive!"
He shrugged with a silly smirk and lifted his coffee mug to his lips and drank from it. "Sure."
My pupils dilated. "If I learn how to use a car, will you allow me on my own?" I asked, wanting him to reply, then he cleared his throat, dropping the magazine on the couch he sat before standing up.
That was when I noticed he was dressed up.
"Yes, only if you can." He grinned at me. "We'll see about that." He added before turning to leave. I stood on my feet, staring a
