POV: Dusten
The underground parking lot was almost empty when I drove in.
The sound of my car echoed softly through the concrete space as I turned into one of the reserved VIP parking spots and killed the engine.
For a few seconds, I stayed seated quietly behind the wheel.
Then I looked up at the mirror.
My shades sat slightly crooked on my face.
I adjusted them carefully before brushing one hand through my hair.
Better.
At least I looked decent.
I opened the car door and stepped out before walking toward the back seat.
The fruit basket I bought earlier sat there looking ridiculously expensive.
I stared at it for a second before lifting it with one hand.
“I really hope this makes him stop sulking.”
The words left my mouth with a scoff.
Honestly, I still thought Christopher wa
