More Of Him

Sammi’s POV

I watched Grayson stride back into the room, his eyes burning with fury as he picked up the shattered remnants of the phone I’d thrown. Without saying a word, he plugged it into the laptop, his movements deliberate, controlled. His gaze never left me as he ordered someone to deliver a new phone by tomorrow. The tension in the air was thick, crackling with unspoken anger.

The whole situation had spiraled out of control. I hadn’t meant to throw it, but in a moment of pure frustration, I lashed out. I was tired of being treated like a child, like I couldn’t make my own decisions. My fingers had closed around the first thing in reach, and before I knew it, the phone was flying across the room. Now, the consequences of that momentary rage were staring me in the face as Grayson connected the phone to retrieve its data. His face was cold as stone when he turned to me, demanding that we leave.

Once in the car, I couldn’t contain my anger any longer. I sat rigidly, glaring at him,