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But that’s Granger.
A narcissist, through and through.
I swear, this man’s ego sits upon a throne built with the broken hearts of all the women he’s managed to control.
Don’t worry about me, though. I’ve got this. There’s a difference betweenactuallygiving up control and simply giving the illusion that’s what you’re doing.
He hustles me in his way, but I hustle him right back.
We both have our reasons, and I’m comfortable with the exchange because we both get what we want, regardless of whether he’s really controlling me or not.
My lips curve into a seductive smile.
“I figured you’d be angry about me being late, so I already told Brinley I have a ride home tonight.”
Heat douses his dark eyes, and I fight not to react by shoving past him and out onto the dance floor.
Here’s the thing with me…
I don’t let men control me.
Their power, money and influence mean nothing to me.
But I will use them as a tool if it benefits me.
And I’ll do so while letting them think I’m some toy they can cast aside when they’re done with me. Because by the time that happens, I’ve already gained everything I set out to do.
In the end, I’m nobody’s toy.
I’m simply the girl who was smarter than they thought.
And while they may feel something or desire more, I’ve already moved the hell on before they realize that they’ve lost that particular war.
Damon
I can’t even begin to explain where I am right now. The world makes about as much sense as my thoughts.
It’s all jumbled again, the current life I’ve carved out colliding head-on with a past I’d barely managed to block out.
How Ezra is handling any of this is a mystery to me, and it angers me to see him so level-headed over Emily’s return.
Ezra and I knew we would see her again before going to that damn engagement party. And we knew we’d be tasked with distracting her away from Ivy so that Gabe could run his game.
But what I didn’t expect was for the feelings I’d fought away after graduating high school to all come flooding back like a damn tsunami, the water flowing beneath my feet and over my head until I was swept away.
I genuinely thought I could handle it.
I honestly believed that seeing Red again would have as much impact on me as seeing any other random chick.
I’d hoped that my feelings for her were as securely packed away as the memories of those weekends Ezra and I were taken away by our father.
It was all there, nicely packaged in some spot in my mind where I didn’t think about it or care.
Fuck it all, you know?
It was handled.
Except it wasn’t. Not like I’d thought.
