Tequila's POV
I don't know how long I've been sitting at this diner. Or how long I've been trying to keep the waitress from coming back since I had absolutely no money, but I couldn't go back in that house to sleep in the same bed as him.
A few nights ago, his words wouldn't have had such an impact on me, but after he kisses me, only to find out it was probably because he was entertaining himself.
It hurts.
And I can't entirely blame him, since I gave in and right from the beginning, he told me that there would be no love.
None whatsoever.
But there I was thinking about liking him.
"Is this seat taken?" The hair on my hands stand and I look up to find Donavan, Adrian's dad.
I wasn't in the mood for his creepiness so I offered a small smile.
"Actually now's not the time for a conv
