*Leo*

Shit. As I glanced at the rearview mirror, I cursed to myself as my eyes spotted my old beat-up car I used to drive before I had been able to afford to buy a new one.

Bianca.

What the hell was she doing? Following me? You’ve got to be kidding me. That was quite literally the last thing I needed to be hovering over my head at that moment.

It was obvious she knew I was lying, but to follow me was next level. And for her to have really thought that ...