“This dick just saved your asses from a media frenzy. This dick just saved your dad’s campaign.” I poke a finger at Spencer. “The least you four could do was act appreciative.”

I hear Willa’s thank you muttered softly among Gemma’s crying and Dempsey’s huffing. Spencer is quiet, but I can sense his anger in the way he keeps fisting and uncurling his hand. I bet he’d like to punch me in the throat. I’d like to see him try.

As soon as we pull up in front of Dad’s house, I make a motion for them to get out of my car. Gemma stomps over to Hugo’s house, our brother and Spencer on her heels. I put the car in reverse before Willa can decide to join me up front. With her in the back seat, it’s easier to stay pissed at her.

“Callum…”

Her voice is soft and barely reaches me in the front seat. I pretend not to hear. Ignoring her futile attempts to speak to me, I focus on the road and my anger. Not the nervous rushes of her breathing or the occasional sniffle. It’ll only weaken me and I need to stay pissed.

I will not beg someone to be loyal to me.

When we’re near her house, I put the vehicle into park and drum my fingers on the steering wheel in an impatient way that says, “Get the fuck out of my car already.” She doesn’t move.

“Callum—”

“Get out.”

I meet her eyes in the mirror. They’re round, clearly shocked at my words and the venom behind them.

“W-What?”

“I said get out of my fucking car, Miss Reyes.”

She leans forward and curls her fingers around my bicep. “Callum, can we talk?”

I jerk my body away from her grip and scowl over my shoulder at her. This close, I’m tempted to get lost in her pretty, innocent features. I crave to kiss her supple lips and pretend this is all a damn nightmare.

“I can’t talk to you,” I clip out. “Not now. Not…ever.”

She sucks in a harsh breath. “What? Why? Because I went to the party?”

I grit my teeth and wince at the pain that shoots through my jaw before relaxing slightly so I don’t break my teeth. “Because you’re a liar,” I snarl. “And a fucking cheater.”

A shocked gasp escapes her and then she’s scrambling out of the car. The door slams behind her. I can’t help but fixate on her barely clothed ass—an ass that Spencer was grinding against this evening. She stops mid-step and then whirls around. Like a storm of fury, she charges my way. She beats her fist on the glass until I lower the window.