Alisa
Drey did not say a word to me after he said I would be spending the night at his place. His shoulders were rigid, and I could see that he was fighting hard to control his anger which brought me to the question—why was he upset. If anything, I was supposed to be the one upset here, I had not spoken to or seen him in almost a week, and that time spent away from him had almost driven me crazy. Even dad could see that I was distracted when I visited on Wednesday. I knew he did not believe my lie that it just worked stress, but I was thankful that he did not press it further.
He parked the car in the garage, and without waiting for me, he walked inside the house. I scrambled behind him following closely as he walked to the minibar in the living room and poured himself a glass of scotch
