Chapter 25

XANDER POV

The night lights blurred as I raced down the congested routes of the streets of LA. My hands were clenched so tight around the steering wheel, so tight that my knuckles were paper-white. I kept on trying to calm my breathing as I focused on the image of her black eyes, trying to ignore the fact that she fucking used MY money to donate to that cheesy ass shit she wound herself with lately.

I gave her the fuckin wings, now she dared to fly like a damn eagle instead of being a good, docile fuckin’ mannequin that smiled to the cameras while I did the real shit. Where the hell did she get the balls to think she could use my money? A fuckin million dollars and donate it to the fire victims? Like she was some sort of Mother Teresa or some shit?

Donations were okay when you did them with sense. But donating a fuckin million raised brows and raised suspicions. In the real world, she was the chief doctor of a lowly clinic, not even a damn hospital. Of course, the higher were going to