Alex POV
Why is it always him? I know, like I know, I am a hell of a liar. It does work both ways though, maybe I can use that to my advantage. Before I get a chance to utter anything back at him, he beats me to it.
"Don't." His tone is hard. "I'm not playing games, Alex." God f*****g damn it. Why does he do that?
"Stop doing that." Returning his strong gaze, he lets out a sigh.
"I'm sorry. For a split second, I believed Kendrick. I told you you didn't have to tell me about my father and I forced your hand. You have every right to be angry." He is firm with his words and I set down my clothes at foot of his bed as I let out a scoff.
"Do you think Kendrick is stupid enough to let you find me through my phone?" Nolan's hard gaze turns confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"You
