GWEN POV
I was sitting at my small desk in my room, trying to focus on my textbooks. The house was quiet until a loud, heavy knock echoed from the front door. I sighed, checking the clock. It was late. I figured it was my dad. He usually stayed at the bar until he couldn't find his own keys and needed his friends to walk him to the porch.
I pulled open the door, ready to scold him. But it wasn't my father.
Nolan Douglas stood there. For a second, my heart stopped. He looked like a prince from a movie, dressed in a sharp, expensive tuxedo. But then I looked at his face. His eyes were red and glassy, and his jaw was tight with pure hatred. He smelled like expensive whiskey and cold air.
"Are you a gold digger, or just a f*****g damn liar?"
His voice was like a whip. I flinched, stepping
