I was wrong.
This was a perfect opportunity to test out my theory. Damien pressed the buttons but Drake placed his hand on the door in time to stop it from closing in their faces.
"Let's ride together, brother," he taunted.
His jaw clenched. "I am not—."
I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me. I shook my head discreetly and he sighed. He shut his eyes and slammed his fist on the wall beside me.
I flinched at his outburst and glared at Drake who wore a smirk. Damien was giving him exactly what he wanted. I tightened my fists. I wouldn't let him win.
"Damien." I grabbed his tie and pulled.
He blinked, taken aback by the force I used. I held the nape of his neck. Though I was wearing a pair of five-inch heels, I still had to stand on my toes to reach his ear.
"You're giving him exactly what he wants," I hissed.
His eyes softened as he held my gaze. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Drake glaring at us. Lindsay tugged him closer, shooting me a look. I smiled.
