He stopped the car abruptly, and turned to me with a sarcastic gaze, "You didn't reject the credit card. You've been around, flirting, haven't you? I can see through it."
"Why play the innocent now? We both knew this was heading here. Isn't it fair we both get what we need?" he challenged.
His blunt words stunned me into silence, a tumult of emotions inside me struggling for release.
"But I thought I was your girlfriend, wasn't I?" I managed weakly.
He paused, taken aback for a moment, then composed himself.
"Better get out. Think it over and come back when you're ready."
I didn't call a cab. Instead, I walked, heels clacking against the pavement until pain forced me to remove them. I continued barefoot, lost in thought.
Was there something between Mr. Brown and me, or was it all just a game? He accused me of leading him on. Perhaps he was right. When he handed me that card to spend freely, I hesitated, swayed for a moment.
But did I truly like him?
