Desiree’s POV

I'm now inside his car, and his driver is like a f*cking psychopath since the speed is so fast that it makes me cringe and stress out as my head hits the window glass.

"I'm sorry about that, is your head okay?" George says as he closes the privacy window between the driver and the passenger.

"Do you believe I'll be alright while I'm with you?"

“I only want you to change your mind, I want you to be happier with me.” He smiled proudly like he is thinking that it is going to be possible that I'm going to be happier with him. Is he crazy? I...