He calmly pulled me out of his dad’s grip, said a few choice words, and turned to leave with me.
But no one humiliates Connor Grayson in public and gets away with it.
Matt lost the biggest deal of his life the next day. The one that would have landed him inForbeseight years ago.
It was because of me.
And his mom made sure I knew it.
The tabloids went crazy. The comments were devastating. And it wrecked me.
I broke up with Matt two days later.
It was the second time I ever saw him cry.
His parents use my dad as an excuse to continue to hate me.
My family’s a disgrace. Demetriou trash.
That worked when I was younger.
But I know the truth.
His dad hates me because I turned him down. And his mom hates me because her husband’s a sick son of a bitch.
My family is difficult. Harsh, even. I’m not naive to that. They never liked the idea of me ending up with Matt. He’s not Greek. He’s not religious. And they’re rooted in tradition and faith.
But Matt’s family—his parents? They don’t just hate me. They’re powerful, ruthless, and willing to ruin anyone who gets in their way.
I was collateral damage in their scheme to make sure their son didn’t end up with me.
And that came with a cost.
Matt.
The train slows to a stop, and people start standing.
I lift my head. Matt’s asleep.
I nudge his shoulder. “Hey,” I whisper. “We’re here.”
His eyes crack open, a half-smile that’s barely there.
Then his gaze meets mine, and it hits me.
I’m in Zermatt.
My favorite city in the world.
With my favorite person.
By the timewe get checked into the hotel, it’s already noon and I’m starving. Our room is incredible because—Matt. A suite at the Grand Hotel? This place is a dream.
I’m out on the balcony taking in the snowcapped Matterhorn, andGod,it’s giving me life.
“Babe,” Matt calls out.
“Yeah?” I say, my back to him, still facing the mountains. I’m too awestruck. Too at peace. Too mesmerized to look away.
