Conner POV
It was a quiet trip home, they did not rush at all and stopped to stay overnight in Vegas, booked out a whole floor and Conner took everyone down for a nice fancy dinner, used that pack card of his without caring at all, offered to take everyone clubbing as well. Not that he particularly wanted to go, he was just out to annoy his own father before he got home.
He knew that man would be tracking every cent he spent, and always did. Didn’t normally argue with anything, but if it was over a certain amount he would bring it up and mention it to him as a way of reminding him, he did actually know what Conner had spent and on what.
Though right this minute he didn’t really care, he was more than pissed off with his father. All his life he’d been led to believe his mother had not on
