Hailey
"So, I’m guessing the date went wrong?" A smirk flickered across his lips—a poor disguise, really. I could see through it. A diversion. A deflection. “Or maybe…” His hand brushed mine, the one still twisted in his tie. “An argument with your boyfriend? Trouble in paradise?” He chuckled, low and amused.
Maybe he could see through me, too.
Damien Black was never my boyfriend. We didn’t date. But we had everything people in love claimed to have—everything but the damn label. Everything but the ring. Because that bastard never loved me. Not really. It was all smoke and mirrors, and he played the illusion so perfectly, I almost believed it was real.
“Carter…” I started, ready to snap, but he cut in.
"You know, I had a girlfriend named Daisy when I was twenty." He leaned down, lockin
