-Trevor-

Although Corrine had told me that Andrew was loaded, I was still shocked when I arrived at his house—it wasn’t a house; it was a fucking mansion—and even more astounded when I entered his garage.

“Fuck you,” I muttered to Andrew, staring at the rows of expensive cars he owned.

“Thanks,” Andrew replied casually. It seemed like he was used to getting this kind of reaction.

We descended the stairs and headed towards a black sports car near the steps. “What’s the point of having so many cars?” I asked as Andrew opened the hood.

Andrew glanced at me and then chuckled.

“What?” I asked, frowning. “Something’s wrong with...