Grant POV
“You’re a bastard” she sobbed, as I deliberately turned away from her, a pillow in between the middle of us on the bed, the alarm going off. My arm shot out and turned it off, and I sat up, yawning, looking at her with an exasperated look on my face.
“What am I bastard for now?” I asked, hopping out of bed and grabbing my clothes, about to head into the bathroom.
“I can’t believe you used me like that, pretending I was Jordan” she shrieked at me.
I rolled my eyes, this again, I thought with a sigh. Could she just get the f**k over it already? It had been more than a day since that happened. Was she going to continue on like this forever?
“Well, maybe if you came clean about what you did to get me to sleep with you and mark you the night of the ball, it wouldn’t have happ
