Rhett's POV 

“Grayson, have we met before?”

“I don't really remember faces of people like you.” Grayson chuckled as Akira held onto the glass of champagne in her hand. 

She stole glances at both of us and Grayson didn't even want to let my hand go. 

“So let me leave you two gentleman, my past and my future.” She referred to me as her past. 

I should have caught her hair and dragged her back but I didn't want to cause a scene at the event. 

“I know what you did ...