CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN: CHOICENOVA POV

I made it to the motel parking lot before I broke down completely.

My hands shook so badly I couldn't get the key in the door. I just stood there, sobbing like an idiot while Grant's words echoed in my head.

Marry me.

Or lose everything.

Not a choice, it’s more of a trap. A beautiful, terrible trap that I'd walked right into by ever loving Grant Calloway in the first place.

The door opened before I could get myself together. Sam stood there, ...