Grayson held the steering wheel tight as he drove to Lena's house, his mind was still stucked on the conversation with his father, words echoing in his head like a bad song on repeat.
"The Sinclairs. Marriage. A business deal pretending to be something more."
He let out a slow breath, his jaw tight. His father hadn’t even let him explain, shutting him down every time he tried to speak. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t single. It didn’t matter that he was finally getting closer to Lena again.
Grayson tapped his fingers against the wheel, the soft rhythm doing nothing to ease the knot in his chest. He glanced at the dashboard clock, it was late, but he didn’t care. He just needed to see Lena, to remind himself why he couldn’t let his father decide his future like this.
Streetlights flicke
