CLAYTON POINT OF VIEW.

My plan was simple, and it was to fuel her desperation.

I knew, going to see her, that she had finally come to her senses, but I did not want to indulge her. I turned and left her weeping. When I got to my room, I thought of calling Trent again, but I knew better.

So instead, I put a call forward to Natasha. She picked immediately.

"Hi, baby," she said.

"Natasha, where are you?" I asked her, going straight to the point. I could hear the muffled sound of music and ...