“Are you done crying?”
I glared up at Nicholas from the handkerchief he lent me.
It was embarrassing to say the least, but I just burst crying right in front of him. Like full-on sobs. This guy was responsible for my torment. And there he was, torturing me again.
Luckily, he had promptly wheeled me around before anyone could notice and led me away. Now we were both sitting in his car. And though he tried to comfort me to help calm my racking sobs, he hadn’t even looked contrite.
Nicholas was suddenly grinning at me.
I slapped his shoulder and he just started laughing. Fumbling for the handle, I tried to get out of his car but he had locked it.
“I’m sorry,” he said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “You just started crying,” he heaved a sigh. “You weren’t quiet about it eithe
