Daxton’s POV
I throw my phone across my room in a fit of temper, immediately regretting it as it hits the far wall and bounces off onto the floor, face up to reveal some deep cracks in my screen.
Goddamn Lilian Sanchez! It was just an innocent gift and she’s got to go f*cking psycho over it! It wasn’t like I sent her a damn engagement ring or something! Why can’t she just say thank you like any other girl I’ve bought a gift for?!
‘Because she isn’t like the other girls you hang around with, all of those are more than happy to take your money . . Lilian is different . . .’
And that’s the damn crux of it, Lilian is different, and I don’t know what the f*ck I’m doing when it comes to her.
Throwing back the covers from my bed, I sit up and place my feet on the hardwood floors, pushing mys
