Chapter 14

TYLER

Who cares if Thea Andrew treats them like that? Well, it's me.

I stumbled into my apartment and tossed away my tuxedo jacket, the weight of the night heavy on my shoulders. The party had been a blur of laughter, music, and flashing lights, but now that I was alone in the silence of my own space, thoughts of Thea consumed me unwillingly.

I managed to get to my room and collapsed onto the bed, feeling the exhaustion seep into my bones. My eyes was opened for a while until I laid flat, trying to decipher what just happened today.

She was filthy rich, fucking rich! And, I dare not think she accumulated so much by herself. She couldn't dare, she left without nothing and if not for my money and her fake name, she wouldn't have lived up till now. But, looking at her, I knew she worth more than she ever did, she was rich. To be invited to that party means she must be known amongst the rich. Was it her husband that was rich? Or she came with a male friend? Even though, no man will adore