Duke couldn't believe it as he sat in the car glaring at the prison walls that separated him from Darica.
If she had argued or explained herself, he wouldn't be feeling suffocated as he was at this moment.
However, that girl, being prideful as she had always been from day one, didn't give him an explanation, but simply added salt to his wounds.
How dare she talk about getting someone to give him his money back? Did she really prostitute herself that much to the extent of earning so much money?
He didn't believe it. He didn't want to, even if that was the case.
Feeling angry, he understood that remaining here wouldn't solve the problem. He needed to be far away from this place, meet his friends and hear from them what had been happening.
Maybe the truth wasn't what social media was portraying.
