Greyson
We’d arrived in Boston.
That was the longest flight I had ever taken. I didn’t talk to Lola for the entire flight. Not when we were still in the hotel, not even in the taxi, almost like she was avoiding me. Well, she had the right to because after what happened last night. Even Owen and Faye had sensed something fishy between us. I was genuinely surprised when the couple didn’t get a single hangover. I knew they were drinking, but maybe they spent their time in their room. Lucky them because all I got was my hand satisfying me. If Owen didn’t know how I felt about Lola, he would suggest me to find a stripper to f**k. And if I didn’t put my right mind intact, I would listen to my demon whispering to me to go to Lola’s room and do something I would regret for the rest of my f*****g
