Allyson's POV
Before I could think twice, my fingers were already dancing across the phone screen.
Me: Hi Michael. Sorry to interrupt your meeting, but there's an Aston Martin in my driveway with your name on it. I only asked for my car back, not a replacement.
His reply appeared so fast it seemed like he'd been watching his phone.
Michael: Hey beautiful. You sound annoyed. I figured it was time to upgrade that death trap you were driving.
That old car was one accident waiting to happen. If this one doesn't suit you and you want something different, just say the word.
I frowned. Naturally, he'd criticize my car the same way Gina had. But this wasn't really about the vehicle itself. It was about everything it represented.
Me: This isn't about whether I like it. A car is just too much money to spend on a gift.
Another pause. Then his response arrived.
Michael: You think you don't deserve expensive things?
