Sara's POV

I bit my inner cheek angrily but all I could do was smile.

Grey was still gripping my wrist like a police officer that caught a thief and Flynn was waiting for my response, his Rolex mocking me quietly. I wanted to slap Grey’s smug face so badly, but I couldn’t afford to break character.

“There must be some misunderstanding,” I offered, though my blood boiled.

Grey stepped forward, pulling me with him. “I agree,” he said, his sharp gaze on Flynn. “I’ve already ...