“You already paid the bill at that restaurant.” I argue, “Because I invited you.” He retorts.
“Just give me your banking details.” I demand, reaching for my phone I put down on the backbone of the couch. I’m barely turned sideways to reach for it before Ryder grabs my wrist, and then me, pulling me onto his lap.
“I said don’t.” His voice is thick with authority, the sound of it making my inner walls clench. Sitting on his lap, both legs one side, I stare at him bewildered.
“I have money.” I tell him. Does he think I don’t have any? Does he think I’m poor?
“My dad reinstated my trust fund the day I called him.” I add, just to make sure he knows I can take care of myself.
“I know you have money, Tori.” He says softly, his voice a gentle caress on my heart and soul. Jax barely spoke t
